if

for Wayne, my brother on the Journey...

If some wise voice had told us

back in the beginning

run this far

dream this conscious

work the body to this end of exhaustion

we would do it, willingly

If the soul could make love

If the heart alone could create connection

we would already live

in such a sparking sparkling web of linking

of soul-sharing, of bright thinking

to leave enlightened abstract teachings

dull and lightless by comparison

No distance travelled will find us there

only ever more here – our truer goal

no river of tears will sail us

though it might avail us of the greater Flow

this is a journey each must see through

and we will in time and freedom from illusions

see through it indeed

and we will bring

to whatever other side of this

such heartfire as is seldom lit

such intention as deprivation only can distill

such Beauty as this sleeping world still dreams

and that – Love willing –

some kindred in this life's time

will have deep privilege of returning