To a 't'

I was drawn here
From afar
To approach you.
As we near one another,
This crossroad feels chosen too.
Draw nearer still.
The one who laid his heart down in stone,
Calls us home.
The long shadows of that morning
Reach out.
Love has spanned all time, this vast and unspoilt waste.
To see us arrive here.
Exactly.
Here.

Sacre blue
Its been a long time
Now I'm sure that your mine
Here I am
All yours

The green tea giant must sleep
he does't steep
he dreams
and as the loose leaves weap
something muddies the waters

I sleep now
in each of you.
You will search for me in dreams and mountain passages.
I am not there, though you will stumble upon me across worn shoulders loose with scree.
If you shake your fist, the sky will not empty,
for I do not reside on high.
Look for me instead beneath the hunger in your belly.
Listen for me in the language of the weeds that bloom in the crevices at your feet.
Feel the lines of a self give way
like the shoreline that is not itself without the ceaseless give and take of water and rock.
Awaken, wide-eyed dreaming, my hand in your heart, the swell of a wave rumbling to find rest at the begining and end of all days.

All is not lost. We itch. We burn. We can reconnect. Today I noticed that there are yet angels on the street. Wide awake, strange amidst the sleepwalkers.

Blessed are the one-eyed ladies, blind gentle men, each dying of patience, releasing what you and I miss - another electric might-have-been. No worries. Some of us will be startled and all of us come round again and again.

There, can't you feel it? Can't you feel it discomforting you! All is not lost!