paradise

stepping away from the garden,

a path becomes the actual destination,

we are exultant wherever we reach.

and answers are not sought,

the mere ringing of silent sounds is all that is needed.

yet there along the garden walk,

I conducted an unbroken ensemble,

longing for other extremes of Love.

how foolish to wish for the unachievable!

for the promise to unveil Beauty

or others’ wrongdoing becomes irrelevant,

instead, to strive for something unbearable

truly tests one’s fortitude.

we discover ourselves but for a few moments,

a gust of wind,

and like the morning star

we fade, vanish.

then let others dwell in their paradise.

I choose to be face to face with you.

5/1/20

Maricopa, AZ