With coffee and a kiss this morning…said,
“You and I realize that I & you definitely….”
Something a 23-year love affair can produce….
I think whole gnosis attempts to draw a straight line
(like th Bodhisattva or Jesus in sermon on th mount)
through the middle of the helix into enlightenment.
We're cool with the helix path that can brush with
nirvana from time to time & leave a pleasant scent.
I wrote down a line of verse once after a long kiss.
I called it Love, parts 4 & 7 because she was like
the number 4 & I was like the number 7, but now
she’s more like the number 9 and me like number 8.
No, actually it was April 7th, spring was in the air, yep.
What a lota whoee, yeah I know it but so what, it’s love
or something else that transcends our vocabulary now.
Anyhow, back in ‘89 before the Green Valley fire,
before breakfast we stood at the center island &
held each other as deep as I’ve ever been held,
kissed as deep as I’ve ever kissed and been
kissed, …& then I said to her what was
more of a vow…than was the vow we
shared in poolside gazebo a year prior.
Not said as any kind of vow, just a notion
between her eyes and mine…that has stood
the test of time… for some reason bigger
than her and I, I suppose; sometimes
we joke it’s because of one or
both of our low self-esteem
[heheh, you know, it must
be a…low self esteem
that keeps any two
together so long,
with all the
…options
present]
Anyway, for us it’s something
else that has stayed in our
hearts (beings) for the
duration, & it still
…goes a little
something
like this…
•
“Afloat
on
blue
blown-
glass
current-
whispers
of
gentle
euphoric
harmony
play
the
buoyancy
of
our
total-
soul-
existence
in
a
single
kiss….”
•
Somehow I think the energy-fields of all worthwhile spiritualities meet there from time to time. As individual spirits or two as one as two. & hopefully generation after generation steps us just that little bit closer to whatever this gnosis iz, ‘cause what a sorrow to have the potential there & never really ever get out from under the heavy-handed ire of greed.
A good genuinely perfect kiss may be only one o many keys that open the door to nirvana & those like Jesus, past, & the Dalai Lama, present, who opt for a life of Bodhisatta for th love of others, are the jewels we mustn’t run over with our fast gas-guzzling id apparatus while we, for the most part, circle roun & roun upon a helix of infinite gubernatorial woe
oh for Pete’s sake, what a lota bunk. But it feels kinda good writing it down…so phooey
:O(O:
