Faced
The kind of your heart rides in the twilight
wants you to go away and hear soft music
where you both can slow dance together.
Maybe beat some drums for the shaman,
sing of our love diversely long and deep
You will go, you say to yourself, sitting down
If only you knew where the door out was.
Does that stop beauty, the sound of love?
Enough that your behind is now burning?
The thing is not to start another fire, you.
Stillness in meditation might cue others
to find a measure of balance or grace.
But for me movement is key, vigor free...
That doesn’t mean easy or sitting down,
life is ongoing no matter how it’s faced.
4/2010, rjduberg
The kind of your heart rides in the twilight
wants you to go away and hear soft music
where you both can slow dance together.
Maybe beat some drums for the shaman,
sing of our love diversely long and deep
You will go, you say to yourself, sitting down
If only you knew where the door out was.
Does that stop beauty, the sound of love?
Enough that your behind is now burning?
The thing is not to start another fire, you.
Stillness in meditation might cue others
to find a measure of balance or grace.
But for me movement is key, vigor free...
That doesn’t mean easy or sitting down,
life is ongoing no matter how it’s faced.
4/2010, rjduberg
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