Poverty

My own poverty
strickens
me.

Poverty in itself::
of myself.

Bounded by
pressure:
by
status.

The poverty
within my
soul


cries.

Paradise

Frolic through this
field--

meet me on the
other side of
Paradise.

Lay we 
will--

in this field
of love.

The birds
singing our
favored
song--

we escape
everything

we

were.

Becoming
everything

You

are.

love notes.

Joyous sound of
love notes come
alive::


awakening me to
a sweet, sweet
dream.


So sweet a dream
is this - 


my love, my song,
my sweet, sweet
reality.

now

i am here.
this is
now.


not yesterday - 
nor tomorrow.


present.


this is
it.


right where
i am 
meant
to be.


i must
love
this.


all of
it.


you have
set this up.


and here
i 
am.


teach me
to be.


to be
here
now.


to love
NOW.