SEARCH

We search for things,

For objects -- Prada this, Versace that.

We preoccupy our minds

With distractions --

Sports, sex,

A myriad of attractions

We say what we don’t mean,

Do what we’d rather not

To mask our loneliness

Get over the shock;

That what we see

Is not the real of what is --

That what we see is not

The real of what is.

What is real is what outlasts

The material;

The mundane;

The drama;

The series of never-ending

One act plays;

With omnibus characters

And plots that never change

Those woven through

Time and place -- but somehow

Never fills the space

A woman’s heart

Filled with a man

Has no room for another

A man admired

And appreciated

Looks no further

A couple fearless

Of loving with abandon;

Imbued with mutual value

And passion is Power.

We search for things,

Preoccupy our minds

And engage in addictions

When the Seat of our Soul

Seeks connection

To its Creative Source

A Spiritual Partnership

Vertically aware

One productively active

That vertically shares

When complete,

None compares.

So, search.

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