Loneliness is a Misintreptation

No matter how much love surrounds us
we live inside the loneliness
chained
to its melody.


In my mind's eye, there was a shadow of you bending over to touch me.  I didn't know who you were then.  Just a presence
and a feeling that was unexpressed.   See, I'm a vagabond spirit.  I've often wandered through the eleven dimensions
of existence, stopping for awhile to taste its waters, immersed in the breath of being.  The sun rises inside the mind and the
sun sets inside its silence.  How lucky I am.  It's a permeable landscape I paint with poems.

Most folks live in a three dimensional world, sometimes touching on the fourth, in the depth of connecting.  Love has its way. 
But like the fools we are, we fall in and out of love often enough that the spaceship of life is earth-bound, moribund.  We
forget the stars are the destiny we co-create on our home away from home.   In a field where joy is free to ride, we build fences,
we cage the wild spirit of the heart.

You touch my thigh now with certainty.  I awaken in your tenderness, raw with passion.