Perhaps we are truly here
(All ephemera aside)
Simply, and only,
Each aspect of our lives,
And our side of
Each relationship we’re in.
To send this
Up and down the timelines of our lives,
Back into countless centuries and
Ahead into the us that’s yet to be.
Perhaps these things we call our passions and our purposes,
These things we cling to and feel
We cannot live without,
Perhaps these are just camouflage and playgrounds for
The ultimate job:
To learn to be freely and fully one
To stand unafraid in the whole flame
Of our Spirit selves,
To be clouded only with
The patina of love,
All other spots burned free, and gone.