AND WE WOULD FALL IN LOVE
What if each moment in your life
was the
one
moment
you’ve been waiting for
all your life?
Will that make you admit
it was worth it?
All the pain
and grief,
All the sorrow
and disappointment.
Will that make you
see
the magic
which we call life?
Will that make you believe
that you are beautiful,
that you are love?
What if there was only you,
since there is only one?
What if the only voice that I could hear
was mine?
What if becoming
was always coming to visit you?
Will that make you abandon the search?
You would husband this yearning
to come back home,
release this tantric tension
within yourself.
What if you and me
are really the same?
Will that still make us
want to make love?
To be merged in this
insane losing of senses,
or is losing the senses
the only thing
we can get as a sign of
being one
as physical beings?
Do you know you’re lonely
because you don’t have yourself?
You let go of that self,
like a kiss departing
forever the lips.
What if you kept your promise
to be yourself?
Will that make you
want to stop the jealousy,
eradicate all war
and gestures of possessions?
What if all that happened?
Will you still dare to stay the same?
Would you dare
to keep your vulnerability to yourself,
and not share?
What if I didn’t want anything,
so I could stop going out of myself
to impress?
I and you
would belong
with no need
for a sense of belonging.
What if my mother had loved me
the way I wanted her to?
Would I be a better person,
more loving,
more true?
Is your body just a visual invitation
for silence?
Or is it a way to experience
cosmic orgasm?
What if you could have it all,
have all the worlds you want?
Even when your mother and father
tell you You can’t?
Even when your teacher and partner
tell you You can’t?.
Even when your own little voices
reawaken
to tell you
You can’t?
Does the future remember the past?
You hear the words
and they sound familiar.
It is your own voice
playing
through a different vessel.
And while your mouth becomes
alive with taste,
the saliva signals the attraction
to that face,
your palate is turned on,
your body flushed with blood,
erect,
you are looking for the label
of that spice
which has lost its original form
in the alchemy of a concept.
What if all the bubbles
of desire and shame
would explode,
and I remained naked
and at the same time
available and ready?
Ready for the penetration
of the infinite to its finite form
which will impregnate me
in a divine merge with you,
with myself.
Would you be beautiful
if you were beauty?
Would you be loving
if you were love?
What if we were able
to touch each other
without taking away
anyone else’s trust?
Will taking away the pain
without explosion
makes more sense?
What if we didn’t have gravity?
Would we still gravitate
towards each other?
Imagine if we could consciously share
this love making
of the heart-mind
without violating
the coherence of our life’s path.
What if you and I made love
with our souls?
We would merge and split
like there was nothing else to do,
nothing else to be,
and we will discover
the only moment
which is absolute
and whole,
and we would fall in love.
And we would fall
and fall
and fall,
there would be no before or after –
there is no beyond and behind –
and we would fall
and fall
and fall
in love.
