Poem: Love Repeats

Things…
keep repeating.
Our future lives
a canvas
for the past.
Who will help us
choose differently…
place a different
color
on this palette?

Songs
on the radio
repeat,
engendering familiarity…
We already know
what’s going to be said…
where the person is going to stand
when the conversation ends
and when you’ll see them again…
where is the freedom in knowing
that seekers hope to gain?

You need to ponder enlightenment
as it really happens…

Because Emergence

is not so hidden
in the word
Emergency.
True emergence
is an emergency
if you want to vibrate
at the speed
of a shared reality.
If you are having
one of those lives
where Everything emerges
you’ll be on the beach
at low tide
and see all the rocks…
you’ll feel the insides of leaves on trees
instead of seeing them…
and the heart of loved ones
inside of a challenge
from across a continent.

There’s freedom in loving yourself,
but not in enlightenment.
It’s more like this…
Before enlightenment
learn to love yourself.
After enlightenment…
learn to love yourself.

It all repeats.
Are you a Psychic
or just watching reruns?
It all repeats.
Enlightenment
isn’t about what you want to see
or say
or do.
It’s an experience of being
impenetrably
connected to love in a way
that you can’t stop experiencing.

Love repeats.

It isn’t that you emerge from the dream.
That’s the ego’s dream.
That’s a lullaby the mind sings to the mind.
The real world emerges
as you stand watch.
The stars appear in the night sky.
The real of everything drops invisibility
and nakedness becomes all around you.
People aren’t people any longer…the crowd
ceases.
Each person becomes sharpened
as each path
acutely challenges
you to see them…
without your appearing to do so.

And that’s really the part about
awakening
enlightenment
emergence
that no one really shares
because
there aren’t many to share it with.

It’s why…when you must be silent
again…
you are glad
that love repeats.
It holds you
indefinitely.
No matter what you see
it’s always there.
Even when
you don’t want it…
love repeats.

Everything natural
is cyclical…ending and renewing
repeating.

Real love
Repeats.

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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