His Eye Holds Stars and Moons

It seems there is a fire inside,

And this fire is hungry and beautiful.

I want this fire to consume me,

But the desire I have to be consumed

Is like water dousing the flame.

 

It seems I have been asked to dance,

But the steps are intricate or something else,

As they require I be still.

How does one dance

When there is no dancing.

 

There is the humiliation of being the fool

Chasing after rainbows

Whose beauty mesmerizes me.

When I should be building up equity

And staying married to the man with dead eyes.

 

So I burn

And I dance

And I chase.

And then I cry

And then I cry.

 

But here is the magic:

Sometimes the tears are suffering

But sometimes the tears are Joy.

Sometimes the fire does consume me

And I am whole.

Sometimes the dance takes me

And I have not moved.

Sometimes the rainbow dazzles

And I look into the eye of Love.

 

What is there to do?

Except continue on The Way

My Beloved calls to me

His eye hold stars and moons

And universes of stars and moons.