Recipient Becomes the Sender.

I’m just passing it along,

All has come - to become gone

But for a fleeting instant at most

love is a guest of an eager host

I become aware that sender I must be,

which is how it now arrives with thee

This golden dove, thy gaze, the time

Carried by messenger from the Divine

Over the Bizarre - this cloud passing by -

Is a trader’s exchange across a bartering sky

Tis only suspended by my arresting eye

Then off again, I let it fly

A poem, a song, a painful illness

Ecstatic whirling around the axis of stillness

Gone from gone, as gifts unwrap

What’s given is done, to be given back

Finding it’s way to hand and heart

By hand and heart once had a start

So you who arrive had come before

I saw another close a door

Waiting within a package sent to ourselves

arriving like stars in a hearts black well

I lean over the edge of introspection

Down to dark waters of a captive reflection

In the ripples of light and shadow I see

A present returned, and the present is me

Am I light emitted or light received

Where am I on the wheel of destiny

All I seek is its cycles center
Blessed reunion of recipient and sender