Why, my love
Am I so easily distracted?
from myself?
from you?
borne away, pulled, tugged
spirited and seduced?
While all I need
is you
is here
is now
my kismet
While all I truly want
is before and inside
my own mystery…
Even when I’m in solitude
the judgement and meanness
conspires and lurks
in my thinking.
My own thoughts
machinate distractions…
Why is that love?
Love’s answer:
So you can remember, of course.
Explore and create
Overcome and blunder
Flounder and persist
This is only Earth, love,
the land of paradox and relativity.
It is not who you are.
It is only where you are now,
to experience and create and play
with who you are
with who we are
with Essence with Amity
with Precious
Have no fear.