I’m just passing it along,
All has come – to become gone
But for a fleeting instant at most
love is a guest of an eager host
I become aware that sender I must be,
which is how it now arrives with thee
This golden dove, thy gaze, the time
Carried by messenger from the Divine
Over the Bizarre – this cloud passing by –
Is a trader’s exchange across a bartering sky
Tis only suspended by my arresting eye
Then off again, I let it fly
A poem, a song, a painful illness
Ecstatic whirling around the axis of stillness
Gone from gone, as gifts unwrap
What’s given is done, to be given back
Finding it’s way to hand and heart
By hand and heart once had a start
So you who arrive had come before
I saw another close a door
Waiting, a package sent to ourselves
arriving like stars in a hearts black well
I lean over the edge of introspection
Down to dark waters of a captive reflection
In the ripples of light and shadow I see
A present returned, and the present is me
Am I light emitted or light received
Where am I on the wheel of destiny
All I seek is its cycle’s center
Blessed reunion of recipient and sender
