Dance Me To The End of Love

Let me jump again into my dream

dropping through the trap door of time.

Kali in her nakedness

guarding the door

a knife in her one hand

ready to break the clocks

while in the other hand

she is hiding keys

from the grasp of rowdy prisoners

entranced by her beauty

and her dream creation

called Time

Between waking and sleep

I have snuck between her sheets

hoping desire for her

will be the fuel to set me free

searching my heart

leaving the gravity of mind

falling,

falling, falling

emptying my mind and pockets

falling back into my Self

My heart, please hold this place

stop the clocks

all of them

so I don’t ever lose myself again

Thumbing the well-worn pages

of my dream journals,

my paintings

my prayers

my hidden place markers

so  I can find you again

remembering your silence

your fragrance

wafting my way

like the fragrance of the flower

which disappears into everything it touches

Remind me why you hide so well

hide so completely

breaking my heart, again and again

I am searching,

searching,

searching for you

like a crazed homing pigeon

wanting to deliver the

messages of my heart

I am lost again in your magic dance

Dance me to the end of love,

to a place where I disappear

and I am again lost in your beauty

and your Grace

and I can empty myself

into the holy mist

of your Name

where I am no more

Where only

the Dance of Love

remains