Everywhere

   

Everywhere I look,

People are busy living lives

That are just around the corner.

And here I sit,

In the moment and alone

Watching the dream unfold.

Darkness pervades this place

But they cannot see it

Because the sun is shining

And the stores are full

And the dream is real

As a nightmare

That must be avoided

Through careful planning

And devious trickery.

I would wake them if I could,

But the veil is thick

Like unyielding certainty

And they cannot see me.

And what I am left with is

This longing for a different place

And a different time

When you were here

Giving form to the formless

And meaning to this life.

But you are not here and

Spirit is not here

Because there are no forms

Capable of containing it.

And I know that creating new forms

Is what needs to be done,

What I need to be doing.

But I cannot do it alone.

In this place of joy and sorrow,

The details consume our lives

Leaving no space or time to consider

The mystery that surrounds us

And ask the questions

That will transform us.

And to even think

Of doing anything else

Leaves me tired and profoundly sad.

I wish that I could do it alone,

Magically transforming all around me.

But this is not how it works.

The sun comes up in the morning

And we wake to another day,

Full of possibilities

And distractions

And fear.

And once again I wander

From place to place

Searching, always searching

For that spark of recognition

Igniting within us

A remembrance of a time

When this space between us

Did not exist.

And a desire to once again

Be in love.