This Joy...

With a Heart
Full of Grace
How can I
go wrong?

Where can I turn
and not feel Your
heat?

Drunk on your fragrance,
I stagger up and down the
stairs looking for that
one sacred flower
that will end
all delusion...

Oh that precious
and divine
savior,
budding only
on leap-year
or maybe it's
the last hour of
Solstice,
or could it be?
Could it be that
maybe it's just
those perfect hours
so early in the morning
when the world is still
free from the sometimes
happy buzz
of caffeinated contentment...
Oh yes!
Maybe it is those
sacred moments...

But where?
Where do I
find the formula
the special mantra
to unlock the gold
in these few coveted moments?

There must be
an incantation to
open the locks
on the wrought iron
doors to the Infinite...

Scurrying
Pining
Pushing
Pleading
Yearning...
Until the inevitable
forfeiture..
Giving in to the
seductive slumber of
anesthetized awareness.

"It's so simple,
with simplicity."

"The doorway to
My Heart
is nowhere
your eyes can look
your ears can hear
your tongue can savor
your mind can conceive."

"My Dear One,
as you giggle
and shake into
the most unholy
laughter,
sweating and
rolling on the floor
practically
and maybe actually
drooling on yourself
as the howling
hilariousness of
this game of
cat and mouse
comes crashing through your
Heart
and shows you My face
in the dust bunnies
under the couch."

"Will you let go now?
Or do I have to drag you
kicking and screaming
all the way to my
Joy, the only
home
you never left?"

Scott Patrick Schwenk 6/17/09