Sleepless In Seattle Awakens to Love?

SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE AWAKENS TO LOVE?

What are you seeking?
Sweet heart,
When you are meeting
Is your heart sweet?
For do you look to see?
Or see to look?
One reads the text,
The other feels the pre-text,
One categorizes,
The other realizes,
That what you are seeking,
Is not me,
It is yourself.

Are you sleepless in Seattle?
Are you looking for love?
Or analyzing what love is?
For one reveals truth,
The other conceals truth,
As love can not be conceptualized,
It can only be realized,
Within yourself.

You are working very hard,
I have always found it hard to work,
For what I do I love,
It is a labour of love,
That is an endless sea,
For the question is …
To be or not to be?
To see or not to see?
And I am at peace whatever you choose,
For love can never lose,
When it doesn’t seek to win you.

Duality we grapple with every day,
It is the gavel and the hammer,
A just inner peace or unjust inner war?
It is the argument seeking to have the final say,
It seeks to know are you with us or against us?
Are you alike or different?
Are you dangerous or inert?
High or low?
Rich or poor?
A moody index?
For always polarities frame the analysis,
Yet I am learning to move beyond conclusions,
To move beyond illusions,
To find solutions are infinite possibilities,
For in my picture there is no frame or limit,
For I cannot judge or contain you,
I can only love you,
And know you have come to me,
For a reason,
For you to find there is no reason,
Only loving what is.

The only secret I can give you,
Is that there are no more secrets,
Visibility is the message that I entrust to you,
For I trust you to be you,
To do what you have to do,
And I do not ask you to be like me,
I would never ask you to follow me,
For you are free to see the world,
Of your own making,
For you can never see me,
For my words are mirrors not windows,
You see you,
To create me,
For no two people have met,
We each hold our projections as real,
Holding our inner mirrors to conceal,
We interpret the set up,
We judge the scene,
We like or dislike,
Agree or disagree,
And that is the world of imagination,
Gifted to you,
Yet when you seek the truth,
It always leads you home,
To love.

Poetry spirals from my heart to yours,
It resides within universal lay lines,
For the universe is in perfect balance,
A pyramid of 3 key points,
Perspective emerges from zero point,
Giving the impression of 3D,
Yet on a flat plane 3D is impossible,
Yet we see 3D and believe what we see,
For we can’t believe what we can’t see,
Impossible staircases appear illogical,
Melting clocks bending on time,
For you are the artist creating what it means,
And you can make any paradigm fit,
But is it a goodness of fit test?
Is it a linear regression?
Or true expression?
Is it meaningful?
If so – to whom?

For in this room only the artist knows her own meaning,
In the moment of creation,
She can only blindly describe the feeling,
For each owns their abstracted meaning,
And can never convey it in truth,
As words are kaleidoscopes of prisms,
Prisons obscuring the truth,
the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,
And as you read this is the proof,
That the past doesn’t exist,
Nor does the future,
We can only exist,
In the pre-sent,
And that is the moment of truth.

Always I wish you happiness,
And I send that wish to my past,
In the moment you read,
You are me,
And I am you,
We are in this together,
Working out inclement weather,
For it is time to unify all fields,
In a unified field theory,
Of which we can never know,
Yet we will know,
When we let go,
And this is the paradox,
That comes to your inbox.