why be

looking into the face of one

whose every hope and expectation

hangs on the succession of pleasing assents

i wished that i might become

that series of nods and agreements

in the very seat of feeling itself

you asked me what i wanted

and i said

let me be the stuff

called realized secret whispered dream

in the awakening clear light dawn

so immense is this gift you've given

so morphic in pliant poured-out-edness

like a libation without bottom

made of golden light

om guru wind

that winds about the toes

and tendrils of form

and in the calico contact

claps the santa sack satchel of gift

with more beauty and bliss

than any one dualistic dimness

could dole

what a whiplashed wassail

to notice in fogged vinyasa

the image of a heart's best wish

my own holy visage

jewel-encrusted and prostrate

with fragrant and galaxy-wide pails

blessed offerings and offered blessings

to me

tonight i would steal your heart

from its everyday everydayness

i would kidnap it to heaven

and break it agape

in the fluid dance of now

i would borrow

all limitless time's wealth bevy

and blow it all

in the wedding party

of the two sweetest

partners there ever were

the gentlemen bliss and his sweet

lady view

tonight i would sing every note

and syllable of truth

into the very subtle ear of your thinking

and everyplace you might move

you would be helplessly subjected

to the sublime ecstasy

of your goodness

and in the waking aftermath

whatever comes next

we hold the line

called the perfect vow

to make this night

every moment

which

could

ever

be

and this is

why be