the soldier and the dancer...

I'm reminded of people and their ideas of love.

There might be a soldier who decides he's now in love with a dancer beatnik.

She dies and he goes back into battle.

Killing people as his way of dealing with his grief.

He could have been a dancer.

But he chose his blood angry life.

I write this
because
of
all the girls in my life

who've somehow thought
they wanted to be with me.

But the truth was, they liked what i represented.

This child-like self who wants life to continue to be adventurous, exploratory and filled by the spirit of the divine.

I know people who marry into security.

And then they complain their lives are too safe.

I know people who marry without really knowing themselves.

And end up complaining about their spouses being not self-actualised.

I know people who marry without really probing and knowing their partners.

And they end up saying "if only I knew this person not the facade, before taking the leap."

I've been going out with a few girls lately.

All of them have some idea of where I fit into their lives.

Well I have news for them.

I'm not an ornament.

Nor are they for me.

I pray to God that truth will strike them.

And they will walk in the light of truth.

Rather than slinking in the shadows of their own illusions.

I know what I'm looking for in my life.

Someone who is like me.

A poet. An artist. A singer. A film maker.
A child. A parent. A lover. A blazing flame.
A quiet saint. A dirty hungry bellowing spirit consuming the world.

And I will not rest until I've allowed God to lead me to my destiny.

Where brave warriors tread with snap break rumble roar.

To truly bravely soar.

And to girls who tell me i'm tedious.

Or that I'm difficult.

Or that I'm moody.

I say to them:

Go face yourself

before you throw your adjectives at me.


Go fight your battles.

Soothe them.

And only
when
your
wars have quietened...

only then

you
will
be ready
to dance.

With
hippy beatniks.
Or
Baryshnikov.
Or
Astair.
Or
with
storm winds
and cloud verses.



Face your heart, be still.


And dance.

Dance.

Dance.