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Mar 15, 2011, 11:34 pm


Minamisanriku

Just some of us hoping for spring one day
When the sea came in then went out again
And now was as if it had never been
But is beyond what can be swept away

And I remember you
Minamisanriku

+Steven Curtis Lance



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All my love across the sea to Japan







Mar 14, 2011, 11:24 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1448:
Love is Free


Love is free: which is to say
It costs nothing less than everything

Love is what we give away
What we take away and what we bring
Love is all we have today
Like yesterday but today we know

Sometimes we learn the hard way

Something we otherwise might forget
But we learn it even so
Remember if only with regret
The only cure for our suffering

Love is free: which is to say
It costs nothing less than everything

But love is everything anyway

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 11, 2011, 6:21 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1447:
The Lancean Specificity


In my way I am an astronaut too
Purehearted public servant of the sky
Up up and away to do as I do
Finding the creator in creation
Dropping poems to remember us by

As a simple man with a simple plan
And a vocation for exploration
To get and to be as high as I can
And as I do to take you too with me
On shared wings of our imagination
Where you have not seen in the in between
To the Lancean Specificity

Where I know well that there I could show you
As well as tell to love is to know you

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Mar 3, 2011, 6:10 am


The Book of Now

for the who of verse 15

1

There is no future there is no past
Only what presently is at last
As at first and at best as at worst

2

All I know is what I saw and see
I find out how in the book of now
On the seesaw of reality

3

So I might as well enjoy it when
As unremembered as unrehearsed
I see it is always now again
See as I saw this natural law

4

As now and again it always was
As it always will be just because
Whenever it is is now somehow

5

Only what presently is at last
As at first and at worst as at best
Here is no future now is no past

6

Up in the east and down in the west
There is only here where there is now
And then again it is always when
Now is what is doing what it does

7

To wait is too late for forever
Now is what is never mind the rest
The way it is is now or never

8

All I ever had I gave away
Or was taken from me who can say
I might be mistaken about what
Was given taken or I forgot

9

I just know it happened but not why
But not why not put another way
I found out how in the book of now
Lost it then when now is what I got
In its place in time and space or not

10

And just as now it got confusing
Then but now I have stopped refusing
To see how it is and dare to say
I see I was imprisoned by fear
Then and there but not when where is here

11

In an ascetic aesthetic life
With no anaesthetic with no wife
On the edge of Occam's razor I
With no one else now to blame but me
On the edge of love here live or die

12

Riding the edge of life like a knife
In only my own propinquity
On the edge of light to be a spark
Looking for another in the dark

13

Now is what is doing what it does
As it always will be always was
Up in the east and down in the west
Through up and down to the in between

14

In the riddle of the middle there
I am within the in between where
Now at when and here at where appear
To be time and space enough for me
Not to regret it but to get it

15

When I see now what I see is here
Where those here and now know what I mean
Who find out how in the book of now
The way it is is now or never
Who get it and do not regret it


16

The time and the place for time and space
Is now as time and space will allow
To wait is too late for forever
Because whenever it is is now

17

Up in the east and down in the west
All I know is what I see and saw
Down in the west and up in the east
All I know is what I saw and see

18

There is no future there is no past
As much as I might like there to be
Now is what is never mind the rest
Not to forget but remember how
Not to regret it but to get it

19

Only what presently is at last
On the seesaw of reality
With nothing but now for now at least
I find out how in the book of now

20

So I might as well enjoy it when
I open the book of now again



+Steven Curtis Lance

Ash Wednesday

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Mar 1, 2011, 7:23 pm


The People

the revolution continues: the lotus unfolds

I have very little of what can be seen
Of what can be seen of what can be shown
And yet I have many who know what I mean
Who know what I mean of what can be known
Of what can be known who show what I mean
Of what can be shown in the in between

Though deep is the dark and late is the hour
I am a spark and I am not alone
The hour though late is the hour of our fate
Who have very little of what can be seen
And yet who are many who know what we mean
We are the people and ours is the power

Though deep is the dark and late is the hour
We are the people and ours is the power

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Feb 25, 2011, 11:25 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1446:
Love is Enough for Me


for Mariann Howland

To know is to love to fear is to hate
All I know is love this late in the day
Not knowing early and yet better late
Than never to learn what never to say

Better than ever and to be than not
To be because it was love anyway
As I remember the rest I forgot
Of everything love is the thing I sing

All I ever knew my one memory
One thing I bring the thing of everything
To know is to love to fear is to hate
And those who know love are who are to be

Never say never is never too late:
Love is enough for me

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Feb 22, 2011, 11:37 pm


Though Lucifer Has Fallen

for Natalie

Having been chosen to choose between love and fear
Being interested at an interesting time to be
Having been afraid to love but not anymore

I have come here now again for what I came here for
Then as happy to be happening as I am to be here
As nothing more than nothing less than possibility

Present in the presently momentous moment having come
Far too far to turn back now but going all the way
Having looked my life for meaning having finally found some

As happy to be here as to be anywhere today
As happy to be happening as I have ever been
When now will not allow fear to interfere with love as then

When I have come again for what I came here for
Then for the meaning in the in betweening of the dark
A place there now I have been in then where I am a spark

Having been afraid to love but not anymore
I am a spark in the dark I am a catalyst of sight
And just as why is why not here is where and now is when

I am here to light a star and keep it burning through the night
An Icarus to arc through darkness rising now alight
Though Lucifer has fallen I have come to bear the light again

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Feb 19, 2011, 2:54 am


For the Revolution

as the lotus unfolds

We human beings simply would be free to do and be our best
Not only in the Middle East but also in the Middle West
As I in California here in Orange my hometown would be
And am again now as I was before the godly trod on me

I was a mental patient and so patient still I stayed
To tote and fetch for the idle rich and to bear it patiently
To validate their invalidity and be the one who paid
To be in wonderland and ordered about by rabbits and mice
Ostensibly well meaning and yet ruthless as they were
Superior to me they thought but I was trying to be nice
Since the root of their ruthlessness was that they were afraid

But of their fear and love I choose love as my God and would prefer
To starve to death in freedom than to live in slavery
I could never feel free till now but I could always be somehow
They used me like a tool but could not make a fool of me
I know there is no limitation but what I myself allow
They fooled me once but by their God they could not fool me twice
What love gave and what fear took then I bring back home to love again

We human beings simply would be free to do and be our best
As in the name of love we fight for freedom as the way we pray
Not only in the Middle East but also in the Middle West
We human beings in Manama or in Madison today

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Feb 13, 2011, 6:34 pm


Like the Birth of a Star

for Heather when I see her again

I have been thinking about you all day today
Thanking you with all my heart that you trust me to
Always be myself and to be honest with you
Wanting you to know that I trust you this same way

Knowing you know you have learned from me but also
Knowing you have given me the gift not to know
But ultimately to believe that we will be
Together in the circle dance of family
Knowing we are better because we have known us

Love in life through time time and again has shown us
That we found each other because we needed this
Spark of the world we share this universal kiss
The transcendental in the us of you and me

As we are the ones who are privileged to see
Humans drawn together by our propinquity
Our dysfunctional human family arise
Weary now from sleepwalking through their history
And now finally rubbing the sleep from their eyes

As now at the best time to be alive we are
No doubt about that nor this heartbeat nor this breath
If all life must die let us live ourselves to death
As I remember you like the birth of a star

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Feb 12, 2011, 1:20 am


The Time of My Life

for Vikkie Essex

I am taking my time as time will allow
In the canyon of time where the river runs through it
Here between the mountains of the future and the past
To be and to do by the river of the now
With my own way to do it with maybe something to it

Maybe so or maybe then again maybe not
But being and seeing what to do I do it
To leave the river better for my being than it was
Or maybe not and being I would be no matter what
But because I am what is I might as well do what does
Where the moment is the meaning within the in betweening

Having learned how now is not the time to hesitate
Not the time to hurry nor to wait not too late
Nor too early but the paradigm of being right on time
In the turning of the river I return to the sea
Of always now or never where it turns into forever
Turning there from what I know into what I believe can be

The river flows past me not too slow and not too fast
As always a new river as always a new me
Here between the mountains of the future and the past
And now is the right time for me to be because
How can it be wrong when it is always when
It is at the right time at either now or never?

What is and does what was and will be my reality
In the moment in between which is all I have for now
Whenever it is then being now and then again
Right now at the right time at the time it always was
Through the day time and the night time as the only gate
Of time at when it always will be as both what and how

It is always now and then again now and again
In the canyon of time where the river runs through it
Before and after past me not too slow and not too fast
With my own way to do it with maybe something to it
Here between the mountains of the future and the past
Where in the in betweening the moment is the meaning

I am taking my time as time will allow
Where time has taken me where life has brought me
When all else has forsaken me but what love has taught me
Knowing I know nothing but believing love knows how
As love has shown me why if not to do at least to try

And though I go I know somehow that I will always be
At the time of my life by the river of the now

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Feb 9, 2011, 1:54 pm


Blue Sky Sonnet

Outside my window the blue sky sings today
As inside my window it dawns on me to say
Tomorrow has already come and I
Can hear it singing out now in the blue sky

I am better now than I was
Better now than I have ever been
And I can see now how it was because
I came to remember myself in December
So I know who I am if you know what I mean

The blue sky knows there were times I wondered
Knowing me better than anyone does
As looking back I know when the black sky thundered
But outside my window the blue sky sings to say
Inside of me tomorrow has already come today

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Feb 6, 2011, 2:42 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1445:
The Music Says Dance


A grizzled little wizard now I
Return to where I am from

Having come to live until I die
O my origin O my destiny
Where I have come to overcome
Life elsewhere having made a fool of me

Returning the dance is turning still
At the still point of my turn to be
Though some say no I say says who
And to who says who I say says you

O my origin O my destiny

The music says dance and so I will
As I learn to turn as the music says to

The music says dance and so I do

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Feb 5, 2011, 5:11 am


Other Brother

Out among the silvery stars
Our other brother rusty Mars
Offers an untwinkling inkling
Of other less familiar than our familiar moon
An other other than that one another of our night

Far enough away but parallel enough to be
A light in his own rusty right
Our other brother mystery
At his own time and place but our sibling out in space
With an earthily familiar yet an otherworldly grace

Though I know almost nothing about astronomy
And found what I know on the ground
Fallen like me but rising soon
Of other less familiar than our familiar moon
For now from down here this is how up would appear to me

Appearing like our other brother like rusty Mars
Not out so much as in among the silvery stars

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Jan 25, 2011, 8:52 pm


Once More

for Josh and his mother Johnnylie

The wind blew all night before it flew on
From far away to back again as it
Blew on till morning and then it was gone
Leaving the leaves to speak for its visit

Having flown off on the wings of the dawn
And leaving a little of fall behind
Looking ahead to the pattern before
Changing the season and changing our mind

Sweeping up summer and closing the door
Blown open again with the leaves of fall
And in the end not so bad after all
The season turns and we return: once more

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Jan 22, 2011, 7:17 pm


Up Up and Away

I

I am because of one who was and what was done before
With one who was and one who will be lifting me between
Having been held down I was held back but not anymore

I want to be what is because I need to do what does
To be and do the best I can whatever that might mean
To be as happy as I can and do what I can do
That when I am not who is then might be because I was

Not just as happy as I can but as I cannot be
Nor only good as I could get I would be better yet
And if I can forgive myself I know I can be free

Having been and done and lost and won and having to smile
To be (for the time being) and to do a thing or two
I could not reach before but reaching would be good for me

II

And if I can do better I can be the better man
Than worse who held me down held back as he was by regret
Too tense in his tendentiousness to let me be or do
What he could not when he forgot what I remembered then

What I had to the only way the only me I knew
When like my father told me I remembered who I was
Remembered then and vowed that man would not hurt me again

Beyond regret now I forgive myself as I forget
About him having always had what he was looking for
And if I can forgive myself I can forgive him too
If I do what he cannot do and simply change my mind
Should I do what he would not do and change my heart for good

With better men before behind and lifting me between
Where lives are linked and forged by love become a mighty chain
By love become the tie to bind us forward from behind
And when all else has passed away this love will still remain

As I (for the time being) having done a thing or two
And lost and won and been and done am here to be awhile
Because of when and then to be and do the best I can
Between who was and will be lifting me to reach for more

III

I am (if only for today) what is to do what does
To do what no one else does as who never was before
To be as happy as I can and do what I can do
That when I am not who is then might be because I was
And did (for the time being and if only for today)

Today the why of why not by the what of what will be
As the gift to tomorrow of the yes of yesterday
Says yes to go though I will not know where till I get there
Where journey is the destination those who journey say

Where there is where when then is when how now is how we mean
In all the ways of always all the days of those who dare
To care beyond the many there where any is the way
There nothing is impossible where any is the where
With one who was and one who will be lifting me between

Having been held down I was held back but not anymore
That was yesterday
As here and now to be and do I spread my wings to soar
Up up and away

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Jan 12, 2011, 8:32 pm


Today

for all my friends with all my love

Yesterday was good but I believe today is better than
Any other day if simply since this is the only day
The only way of being on this morning we are seeing
Of the only day we are as far as anyone may know
Should tomorrow never come today could be enough for me

Yesterday cannot forget today the way tomorrow can
Remember as the flame when ember May then in December
If yesterday may not forget tomorrow may remember
But one is not and one is never and this day forever
In the now is how today is as around and round we go

On this only day we are as far as anyone may see
Nothing may withhold this day hold down nor hold back for delay
None prevent us from the only day that matters anyway
Should tomorrow never come today could be enough for me
Should I never see tomorrow I would always be today

For the ever of forever as far as we ever know
As far as the ways of always go on each of our todays
In the only way we know on this our only day today
If tomorrow may remember yesterday may not forget
Yesterday was good but I believe today is better yet

And as I turn eternity before the all of always
After the meaning of what I mean no matter what I say
Now is all I need to know today is all I need to see
Should I never see tomorrow I would always be today
Should tomorrow never come today could be enough for me

As the arching spans of ivory expand now to enfold
Such of the winds of now as when of then may hope to hold
As the bellows rise and fall and they recall the winds of old
Striving steadily determined in the perseverance of
The quest for inspiration I see being inspired by love

And now I understand this struggle underneath my hand
How this one heartbeat this one breath is all we ever are
Fluttering within a cage of bone with death one step away
One moment toward another we are in the in betweening
Catching our breath that the beat may go on momentarily

Between what was and what will be the moment is the meaning
Of the only day we are as far as anyone may know
As one with the sun we rise and fall to be or not to be
The difference between a rising and a falling star
At the crossing as we are of tomorrow and yesterday

Should tomorrow never come today could be enough for me
Should I never see tomorrow I would always be today

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Jan 9, 2011, 8:25 am


In a Life Loved in a Circle

We come and we go without ever really knowing
What is going on what with the coming and the going
The action of it all if downward like a leaf in fall
We go with what is coming what with all the overcoming
We have to do before we are ourselves overcome

But it can feel like flying through the doing and the trying
When it all comes together in the living and the dying
Then as always our desire though falling to rise higher
As the way it has to be and this is how it was for me
Looking for some happiness when happily I found some

Let my voice be fire and my word be flame

And then when I die let them not forget my name
But more than that remember me as someone who
Found trying to be happy was the hardest thing to do
And in the end I simply was because I was one who
Simply wanted to be happy more than anything like you
Got it better late than never and have never been the same

After looking for happiness I found it finding me
After trying doing coming going through it all because
It was with me all along the way down from the tree
I tried so hard for happiness like you like anyone
But when I stopped trying to find it there it was
And when I stopped trying to do it I was too

In a life loved in a circle when the ending has begun
Let my voice lift like the light then my word warm like the sun

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Jan 8, 2011, 12:25 am


Mower of the Endless Lawns

I would rather live poor than die rich on my knees
For the rest of my life I would live as I please

And by rich on my knees I do not mean in prayer
But in servitude as once the rich kept me there
Where I could only stand to half my height because
Though shorter I stood taller than the rich man was

Which was unheard of that a nobody like me
Should notice that certain illegitimacy
Without making the illegitimate nervous
And rocking the boat of my indentured service

Though I am not a stableboy I was before
Mower of the endless lawns but not anymore

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Jan 7, 2011, 2:44 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1444:
As Voices Multiply


The art of poetry possesses the ability
To communicate community among other things
By writing and reading our needing to be understood
As a bird up in a tree which when solitary sings
And is sung to in return then as voices multiply
Words like these from the trees as solitary birds with words
Each from our tree communicate our words with other birds

To find that we are not so solitary in the sky
That poetry is solitary in community
And that it does what it does the way no other art could
As we sing and are sung to by some other birds nearby
To communicate community among other things
As a bird up in a tree which when solitary sings
And is sung to in return then as voices multiply

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Jan 4, 2011, 11:29 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1443:
The Ballet of Our Being


Happy Birthday Sachin

I have turned and returned now having learned all ways are one
All ways when always turning then returning with the sun
As returning from turning to I learned too in return
What in turning and returning one cannot help but learn

Wherein when turning is done then returning is begun
As the one and the other turn to one another in
The ballet of our being when to end is to begin
In the matter of our meaning as turning to explain
Then as we die to live again when as we lose we win
We turn and we return again as always we remain

And returning as in turning one cannot help but learn
What turning from returning to we learned too in return
All ways then always turning when returning with the sun
In turning and returning learning how all ways are one

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Jan 2, 2011, 7:56 pm


Love Blessing

In the names of the immortals by the ancient ones
For all of us who love in many worlds of many suns
The thesis of hope as the antithesis of fear
Action and reaction synthesizing now and here

You and me

Out of many one the any found among the many
Chosen by ourselves and by each other as our any
From the many found and chosen as the few to be true
Who find the we of you and me embracing us into

Family

Knowing this is love though for this some would call us odd
We who know love casts out fear who know no shame nor blame
We call on love to bless us as what some would know as God
Who know love and God by any other name the same

Blessed be

When the blessing is spoken may a kiss then be shared
And when we are embracing may our love then be compared
In its power to a flower as we bloom the spring
Of love and understanding in the swing of everything

As we bloom once again
So mote it be Amen

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 1, 2011, 3:33 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1442:
To Levitate the Pentagon Again


We thought we were saving the world then and perhaps we were
Back when the world was saving us perhaps if you prefer
But we grew to be two of the who to care about it
As always ready to save the world again if need be
To levitate the Pentagon again and to begin
Over again as often as it took while wars remain

We may say we do not believe anymore but we do
And though well over thirty now trust me none could doubt it
But should they we could demonstrate it as we would shout it
Proudly that we made it better if perhaps clumsily
Demonstratively graceful in our way though you and me
Two for revolution where I was there alongside you

Should we do nothing nothing less than nothingness would win
Could it be time to levitate the Pentagon again?

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Dec 28, 2010, 7:26 pm


Now That I Am Crazy

Now that I am crazy I can see the chemtrails too
My virgin sky submitting to the markings of a beast
To better keep the secret that her lock is broken
Plowed and prepared to be the main dish at her wedding feast
Proud silence broken too as she speaks the unspoken
And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue
Now that I am crazy I can see them (but can you?)

I can see between things where I could not see before
The timbre of my timber turned more ashen than oaken
Where maybe I should not is the question I suppose
And yet when I see something there I would see something more
Something there or not there as if anybody knows
Where freedom can be slavery when false can be true
The same eye sees anew the same sky newly woken

I get curiouser as my curiosity
Thinks of the unthinkable and speaking the unspoken
Seeks something more in the sky than before I could see
Or could not or should see or should not but I see them there
Combine to comb a bridal veil into the hair of air
And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue
Now that I am crazy I can see the chemtrails too

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Dec 23, 2010, 8:11 pm


To Catch a Falling Star

As I am so I would be love
As I make so I would make love too
As I am love so you are love and love is what we do

As I have so I would give of
As I believe so I would know someday
As love is what I get more of when I give it away

As far as we can is never reaching too far
As we are so we make as we give so we take
As we reach for the sky to catch a falling star

When I am love and you are love then there is love between
Where being love and making love there we know what we mean
Giving by taking living and my making love with you

As far as we can is never reaching too far
As for love as we are love so love is what we do
As we are love so love is and love is who we are

As we reach for the sky to catch a falling star

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Dec 21, 2010, 9:04 am


As We Remember Us in December

Roses are like us our story the same
I think as I trace our trajectory
From bud to bloom into our fullblown fame
Fleeting as ever and passing away

Like those who went ahead had said it could
To what remains at the end of the day
The way those who are dead now knew it would
A shrug and a smile and a memory

A feeling of having been understood
When that is enough then ultimately
Youth becomes age and no one is to blame
It is how it is and was and will be

As water breaks stone and as fire burns wood
Living and dying are best beyond shame
By common sense and toward the common good
If uncommonly and like you and me

To be considered beautiful then when
Remembering to forget our regret
We demonstrate mortality again
Having been and done the best that we could

Roses are like us our story the same
Because it is the way of living things
To come and go but live our very best
Then in our moment to give life our all

At the end of the day burnt offerings
Gathered for harvest like leaves in the fall
Dust into ashes roses into flame
When earth takes all and air bears the ember

Acceptable sacrifice for the rest
As the roses in the Plaza remind
Of what is ahead of what is behind
Us in December as we remember

But all any living thing wants to be
Is happy or short of that to be free
And I am a rose who remembered me
As we remember us in December

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