The Center

I have waited oh so long
in scope of time and space and distance
for my true love to come to me
yet fate seems to decree
that still I wait

While soul is saying
something quite contrary
to mind's ideal of make-believe
that creates so much disharmony
in this concordance of the scope
of all that is

For still my soul tells me
intense, increasingly
that love is in the now
not in some nameless future
that may never come to form

Dreams are sweet
but will they ever come complete
within this density of form
that we call real?

Sweet, the sense of ultimate release
penultimate, this rare expression
found only in the intimate
complexity of relativity's relation

It seems we reach with mind
only to find
the essence long forgotten

This heart
which is the center of it all . . .

?Michaelette?

1/28/2000
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