Craving a paradox – like eating air

Doors ajar should I confide
The pooling flow of what’s inside
And yet the greater minds abide
We tread the path we choose

You offer quite substantial worth
The shining stars that called my birth
And more, the joy, the truth, the mirth
We strangely gain, the more we lose

Here I am a vessel
Yet flowing from my soul
The gift of faith with which we wrestle
And love enough to keep you whole

I’d give my map if you had the need
I’d mend your wound and staunch the bleed
I’d give up wish, and want, and greed
But you seem to crave tomorrow

Tomorrow, such that never comes
You’d spend your present, as waiting drums
And so time is spent as day succumbs
Only now… and that you can’t borrow

There are always these times that may call faith
Relax behind unknowing
Trust is the tricky illusive wraith
To be lead where we are going

Tightrope strolls between future and past
Races where the winner comes last
Time warps subjectively slow or fast?
Contradiction embedded, illusive God "true"

And truth indeed is a wavering whisp
Trust made brittle if truth stutters and lisps
I worship it’s brilliance when clear, clean and crisp
Truth at the centre of me, them... and you

There you are, complete already
Though you may feel empty and lost
The magic is intention, kept steady
Each moment it’s own precious cost