A case for Love

In the end
you will be asked,
"Did you pursue
what stirs you most?"
not if
you've saved
more than enough
or traveled coast to coast.

Sometimes
for me
it's hard to find
what flutters deep within,
I have a sense
of weariness
my patience
can wear thin.

So often when
I just can't find
the next step
I should take,
I search out places
far and wide
in which I have
no stake.

I think that
other people,
will help me
find the way:
I ask
and then reject
advice,
It's like I have no say.

I get confused
I cannot think,
my spirits
can sink lower,
I eat some ice cream
drink some tea
seek answers
from some "knower".

Of one thing
I am certain,
though we pretend
it isn't so,
only you 
can save
your life,
it makes no difference
where you go.

Not through
the love of others
will you find
your heart's desire,
your deepest
and felt-senses
will reveal
your inner fire.

Listen to
your body's rhythms:
harmonics heard
in rustling thoughts,
the hum
of inner voices,
revealing truths that they have sought.

Like an inner city's
rumblings,
is your own internal light,
sirens wailing
heartbeats pulsing
dancers twirling in the night.

You can
touch it all,
it beckons,
even that
which puts up walls;
your world inhales
with deepest longing,
unseen inner-pathways call
for your open-hearted tenderness,
not some wisdom from afar
just the brush of calloused fingertips
along your jagged scars.

No one upon
this earthly path
will ever really know
what waits for us
behind the veil
that's thin and richly flows.

But when your time
is finished
and Love comes
to your door,
will you say,
"I saw you coming,
it was you I waited for"?

Or perhaps
you'll greet Love warmly,
as an old, familiar friend,
say,
"You've been
here with me
my whole
damn life,
I wonder where I've been?"

We won't have
candied possum tails
or jubilee regret,
I'm sure this end
is not like that
though I've not been there yet.

One thing I know
is while we're here,
each moment we can choose,
to enter fully
into life
and all our messy ooze.

Or we
can keep
a careful distance:
"It's not me,
it's him" we'll say,
but then we really
have no light
that helps us find our way.

We have one chance
to open up,
or perhaps
we've lifetimes more,
but it doesn't really matter
Love is what
we're put here for.

if we
can look
within
and feel
the fever
and the flow,
we'll solve the mystery of life,
and war
and hate
won't grow.

instead we'll find
new ways that we
can reach
across the chasm,
to try on
someone else's shoes
or sense their cytoplasm!

So today,
and then tomorrow,
for all the days
to come
say, "Hurrah!" for all we're given,
'cause of us, there's only one!