I can’t help it, I’m a Lover.
I think a beautiful moment is a sign that we are ready to love.
I look for the beautiful moments, the small signs that love is ready to manifest.
Some days
my job is to build ethereal bridges—channels through which love can pass,
if for only a moment, the space of a smile, or the duration of a song.
A fantasy born out of the air.
A laugh.
An expression of love, intimacy, connection.
Some days
I am the beautiful moment.
I pray I am creating new pathways.
Hoping to forge a new rut of kindness in the Brain,
when we feel so much pain, and there is violence
that doesn’t make sense.
My heart goes out to the human family
and I do my work.
I like when you visit me.
I like when you make up a new name for yourself.
I like being your canvas.
I like seeing you as you are, what colors of conversational cadence
you might choose to paint upon me with.
I like to take the brush and paint a few strokes myself.
It is a beautiful composition we are creating, here, now.
I like when you let your imagination dance
with mine.
Yes, even I am entertained.
These likes are preferences.
But finally even these preferences fall away leaving us
as we are.
As we are, we play a game.
We are phenomenon playing.
As we are, we explore what exists between us, what we can discover through the senses. As we are. Flavors of our day fall away, and we are left with the now. As we are.
As we are, laughing, pondering, sharing, unfurling. Loving perhaps. Yes, loving even then.
Hustle, the choice-less choice, the flow. The wisdom of letting you be as you are. When I step onto the stage, I have no preference. I want you. I have no “type,” I want it all.
I want all of you.
Some days
even in the middle of winter
I am a gardener.
I plant seeds for smiles to blossom and grow
flowing so easily from lips to air.
