Being A journey into the unknown,
Waves of colors on my path,
Washed away,
Tossed amongst the shores of my heart.
I uncover the joy of being found in the bliss of such art.
Traveling in the darkest realms,
I see the light,
Light in my dreamer's eye,
Leading me towards marvels of the eye.
All that I see,
All that I feel,
Is a rhythm,
A glee.
Two but one,
As one is all,
Two creates sacred perfection,
A unique dance in total connection.
Such is heaven,
For one can create,
Should he be awake,
A reflection of thy heart in the eye of the beloved.
I can only float shore to shore,
Across the waves,
Until when she or he will be.
Then a destination is to be set,
Full speed ahead,
To the shore of my heart,
Harbor of my soul.
A Dance Between Self and I Note to the poem,
A dance between self and I,
A journey from shore to shore,
To find himself back where he started,
But all the happier to have found himself.
The process of creation only exists in duality,
Where contrast is needed to foster the illusion of segregation or difference.
Hence the illusion of I can arise,
And the one of the other can too,
To produce the reality we call life.