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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 22, 2010, 4:35 pm


No Regret

My father knocked an opportunity
When my mother then was knocked up with me
Though that might not be the way they might see
It then in the inconvenience of
Their anxiety answering the door

Love when given is received in its turn
As loving we live as turning we learn
And opening then they found I was love
Turned and returning after to before
And turned and returned two as three turned more

You are like me and you know what I mean
We give and we take we spend and we make
Through breakup and breakdown and in between
And oh how we bend but we do not break
Do not forget we have not broken yet

I have risen up and have fallen down
Bottom side up and wrong way round downtown
I got knocked down but I got up again
I am and because I am I remain
To give and to get what I came here for

And I am like you and I know that you
Know what I mean and what you mean I know
Because you are love because I am too
Because returning then is what we do
When after to before we turn to go

Let love not be spoken of with regret
We get knocked down but we get up again
We are and because we are we remain
We give and we take and we do not break
Do not forget we have not broken yet

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 20, 2010, 7:46 pm


Between Us and the Sky

Smoke break in the lockdown psych ward was the public square
The agora of the insecure or overblown
Wherein each of us was crazier than each other
Exchanging our schizophrenic paranoias there
With each other mistaking us for Dad and Mother

And out of many one dysfunctional family
Wherein the unspeakable was fluently spoken
Everyone insane in pain where some someones remain
The garden of memory weedy and overgrown
There where I always knew I was and might be again

Where the brilliant and the beautiful go when broken
Going for broke in a haze of psychiatric smoke
As if we were on fire and who can say we were not
In twos and threes of dos and bes gone strangely awry
When anyone remembered then what no one forgot

In the fellowship of the to be or not to be
I was on a pilgrimage and some were in a rage
With everyone together and each of us alone
All of us alone together in our metal cage
With razor wire and chain link between us and the sky

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 20, 2010, 7:31 pm


A Sonnet for Cotton Top

Happy Birthday Aurora / Acts 3:6a, Numbers 22:28-33

A donkey gets dusty just being the way
A donkey is when in the course of the day
She rolls on the ground then with no one around

Asininity in the whites of her eyes
As she wiggles her ears to scare away flies
With no one around when she rolls on the ground

Seeing how she is being a donkey now
As ever and she never horses around
With nothing whatever to do with a cow

A donkey sees things as she pleases because
A donkey always was as a donkey does
Just being her way in the course of the day

And should anyone say she is asinine
Heehawingly she could say that would be fine

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 16, 2010, 6:54 pm


The Paradox of Love

I turn with the seasons
And return with the tide
As love rhymes its reasons
The heart cannot explain
In riddles solved inside

To reveal what is real
Like a spark in the dark
Where what is not has tried
And failed to understand
The paradox of love

You ripen with the grain
As dusk turns into dawn
April turns September
And you leave to remain
Where coming you have gone

I fall to rise again
As I have come to go
Beyond thinking to feel
Beyond feeling to know
As below so above

How love is the wheel and
Love is what turns the wheel
As both effect and cause
As what is and what does
As why what does and how

As above so below
As going you have come
As coming you become
And turning you return
From having turned away

As returning you learn
Or as I remember
Passed along hand to hand
When skin responds to skin
As a spark to a spark

And we begin to see
The paradox of love
As ending we begin
In the in betweening
Of what will be and was

On the breath of today
In the heartbeat of now
When love is the meaning
How love is the wheel and
Love is what turns the wheel

As above so below
And skin to spark to skin
As below so above
And you and I within
The paradox of love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 13, 2010, 8:53 am


On the Wind of a Wednesday

thinking about Joel Bratton

Wondering under the sun of a Sunday
I feel one with the sun when it speaks to my skin
And then another one to listen to the wind begin
But in the end the wind will be what carries me away
On the wind of a Wednesday another time around
And under the sun with a wonderful sound
Of the wonder of love when I rise above from under

Where I sat silently on Saturday
Like another did once in the tomb like a womb
When waiting for the sun there to speak to my skin
And listening then for the wind to begin
When that was the how what was then became now
And now is the how I must just wait and see
What the sound of the wind of a Wednesday will be

But I can tell from now it will be wonderful somehow
As above and under full of love and wonder
Under the sun I discover how to fly
On the wind of a Wednesday and into the sky
Under the sun and then into the sea
Carried back to the womb for the lack of a tomb
When the struggle is over then and I will be free

Carried by what is and does nor buried by what was or might have been
And not only to be carried to be carried as it were away
To be and not to be beyond what any day has seen
So the moon of a Monday may find it hard to see
And though the tune of a Tuesday is the existential blues day
By day my eyes adjust as must but night by night as might
And they only see love now as they open to the light

To be and not to be an any of the many one
And being lost and found to hear a wonderful sound
When the sun having spoken I transcend my skin
In token for the broken and I hear the wind begin
As the wind of a Wednesday brings me to the day of thunder
A day to span forever now a day to always be of
All the days the ever best the ever blessing of the blessed

When you will hear the singing ringing swinging down to me to bring
Me through the other side of always to the heart of everything

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 9, 2010, 4:58 am


The Open Mind

for my friends in Aklan

I have the magic in me and I think you do too
As I realize those really are stars in your eyes
And because you were reading this I already knew
About you just the way you must have known about me

Or else we both got lucky but that too suggests the point
That the universe smiles a proud parent to see
Some someones of the many one who turn out not to disappoint
Appointed as we have been to return eternity

The ones who understand some of the some if not for everyone
The some who do what must be done the sum of me and you
Unequivocal equation universal evocation
Vocation vocalized in transcendental invocation

And ever the reflection of forever as we realize
It turns out better than we knew being me and being you
Being us unfolding like the lotus everlastingly
As new beginnings here and now begin to be begun

Listening to silence we are called from everywhere
Enlightened to enlighten called above it all to love
To simply be and then to see what happens next from there
From where the heart finds out about how now is anywhere

As some someones are drafted other someones volunteer
With all of us together many one now and here
And each of us according to our specificity
Since we who are of many one are anyone we please

Finding who we are each of us shooting like a star
Or leaf in autumn lifted by the wind to fall the other way
If only for a moment now but beautifully and when
We fall we only fall to catch the wind to rise again

Discerning algorithms of untold realities
Present in the promises of parallel eternities
The possibilities become the Dao of now as learned from then
As if to scry the multiverse projected on the midnight sky

Revealing and peeling the layers away
Concealing this the present given here and now today
And not to be ungrateful but to try to understand
Gleaning meaning overlooked by harvesters who hurry

As hidden in plain sight we find today where yesterday left it behind
Thinking it tomorrow and that it would never come
But those who say it does not said it yesterday when it was not
And come what may it has come now at least to some of the some

Being who we are and speaking what we have to say
With authority and not as the scribes anymore
Worrying spacetime like a dog a bone to find the paradigm
But not that way a person does because the magic does not worry

Continuing with the continuum since whether or not we do it will
Keeping on going growing and knowing that what we do not know will be known
Someday someway having learned it the hard way first but this time not alone
In movement in stillness as movement moves on and we move on moving still

On the journey of a lifetime seeking wondering what for
And finding it to recognize the stars reflected in each other's eyes
As none but some of the some and we really are seeing stars we realize
And wonder what else we might be seeing what other wonders we might see being

Finding ourselves there in the eyes of everywhere and seeing how
With so many stars to comprehend too many to explain now
So many to count but if anyone would one could only number them one
Of the ones of the some of the some with the magic within beginning again

Nor are we disappointed by what comes at the end
At least at the end of the part we can see
When it comes let it come then like the long lost friend
It is which we have not seen since the other end of be

And having come this far by questing now we rest with life suggesting
Being was a mindful riddle but a game we won
Out of hiding feeling riding the wheel in the days of always to find
As if it were an open car the freedom of the open mind

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 6, 2010, 2:54 am


Strangers No More

Knowing as I know now going as I go how
I know now and know how I have gone a long way
Toward making my hope of going home come true
Of coming home to put it more immediately
Hoping for home with a hollow heart
Though lost and far away with no idea where to start
But hoping for the best and suffering the rest

Having taken a pretty hard fall or two
And wanting to go home and be safe someday
Having looked into the eyes of strangers and seen
That occasionally one of them knows what I mean
Having found out hope lies in humanity
But in spite of itself tells the truth anyway
Having gotten some scars from catching some stars

Though hard to hope now it was harder before
Stuck in a place between dying and living
The hope for home less hopeful and stranger
Less hopeful or more hopeless I should say
Becoming dangerous and unforgiving
But I am a stranger no stranger to danger
And I know the hard way how home is nowhere now

Knowing as I know now going as I go how
I know now and know how I have a place to stay
And the hope of this will be enough of home for me
Because my home is found in the propinquity
Of another to care enough to dare to understand
A stranger at the door offering a hopeful hand
As if hope were coming home and we were strangers no more

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 3, 2010, 6:08 pm


The Eyes of Everywhere

for you

Hiding in plain sight seeking in the in between
Looking for love and finding it too
Wondering about wonders and seeing the unseen
Looking for love and finding you
I am happy you are here with me to know what I mean
Bending spacetime in this transcendental interface
Of one and the other becoming one another

With so much to think about so much to explore
Never so far along as today
And so few like you looking deeper for more
Seeking in the in between and seeing what you see
Where you find what you find where you change your mind
But where the many are not the any to be
Showing their faces or leaving safe places for in any case

The many do not seek so do not see the unseen where
You come face to face with you coming through me
But you are not the many anymore but the any
And though the many would say you should look away
You are like me and you look anyway
Into my eyes and you find yourself there
As both of us look into the eyes of everywhere

The deeper we look the more we find
What we have been looking our long lives for
As the more we wonder the more we know
Never so far along as today
As we listen to what the silences say
How the lotus unfolds in an open mind
How love is what makes it bloom and grow

And though the many would say you should look away
You are like me and you look anyway
Hiding in plain sight seeking in the in between
Looking for love and finding it too
Wondering about wonders and seeing the unseen
Looking for love and finding you
I am happy you are here with me to know what I mean

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 1, 2010, 9:15 pm


Clouds

The clouds were wearing wedding white when they gossamered grey as day turned night
And then after dark they wrapped themselves in softest sable of raven black
They were light and then shadow and then they were gone on a day further on
Beyond the future present as presented by the wind as it blew past

The clouds passed over and away too fast but I will not forget that way
They looked that day that way they would if they would come back again if they could
Bearing their whispered witness by the wind in the sky again and again
So many clouds and so many more I have not seen but have seen before

The clouds were wearing funeral black when the wind came due and blew them back
Blown away the way I know on the breath of the universe I must go
But if only I could understand I might not be quite so lonely when
The wind carries me inevitably away someday when now is then

Someday to come to comprehend the way the universe borrows to lend
Around and around receiving to send and turning and returning where
What turns returns where one who learns this way finds the freeing of being there
In a heart where love grows when it knows as it comes and goes around the sun

I have to know if I have to go that nobody ever goes anywhere
That there is always here as here is always everywhere that all is one
And then for when the wind carries me inevitably away someday
To come to go but to know the freeing of the being of everywhere

The clouds were wearing wedding white when they gossamered grey as day turned night
The clouds passed over and away too fast but I will not forget that way
The clouds were wearing funeral black when the wind came due and blew them back
Whatever the clouds are wearing we turn returning to eternity

However we look whoever we are we spiral each a rising star
If lonely only because we have not met ourselves in each other yet
Remembering myself along the way I know the clouds will not forget
That way that day which they remember up to down but it is this same way

What turns returns where one who learns this way finds the being of everywhere
Though the night is long the journey longer still I know I will find it there
In a heart where love grows when it knows as it comes and goes around the sun
That there is always here as here is always everywhere that all is one

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 31, 2010, 6:04 pm


Arriving

Fifty-five years alive and older than I ever
Dreamed it to be possible for me to be
Nor do I feel it somehow I who once said "never
Trust anyone over thirty" but never does
Not seem now because I am who I was
Even though a quarter of a century past:
Now is not never now is forever

I have gone on but I have not left me behind
Still having my improbable child's body
A legacy of my idiot savanthood
Still having my still more improbable mind
All more or less accepted if not understood
And do I trust myself? I believe I do at last:
Now is not for striving now is for arriving

Myself and I have been through a lot together
It has been very strange and subject to change
Encouraging times through discouraging weather
Like a red eye flight through a very long night
But I can see the sunrise from my window now
As arriving I have a good feeling somehow:
And here I am world! Are you reading me?

When the world seems it is ending is when it begins
For me anyway just to get my attention
And the one who knows what goes around comes back around wins
A new world a day of intention and invention
As the closer I look the further I see:
Now is not never now is forever
Now is not for striving now is for arriving

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 26, 2010, 12:10 am


To Be a Star

There was thunder and lightning the night I was born and
As a child the adults could never understand
How I knew what I knew but I had read ahead
And reading behind if not all the way through
Some posited that I might be possessed instead
Meaning by the devil as if everybody knew
Since some are always imagining something

But simply self-possessed and unimaginary
Imaginative certainly a dreamer born to be
Existing to imagine what else I might find
Transcending as it were by curiosity
Being on my own alone with what is and what does
And tuning to my inner specificity
I began to feel how specific I was

I gazed at stars and noticed how some others were
Shining around me like stars in the sky
Free of credit and of blame of pride and of shame
Getting it straight by keeping the point in mind
At the point of a point of bright light in the night
The point being love above everything
That we are love and love is what we do

And my mother was one so I became like her
Opting to embrace my opportunity
Having had done with the imaginary some
Aspiring toward a more perfect propinquity
Knowing where I came from and remembering my name
I decided that to live by love was worth a try
And by loving me and everybody I have overcome

Knowing who you are is the way to be a star
Opening your heart to be the star you are
To be here free and clear to see the now is how
And to be as we were meant to be is why
Just as to be content and continent within your own
Specificity albeit paradoxically
Is when not to be alone then in December

Knowing when young then growing old remembering
Who you are remembering that you are a star
Knowing now and later in December to remember
The star you are the specificity you bring
To the universe to never stop discovering
And knowing the point and being love above everything
Be and do because the thunder and the lightning are for you

Fall and rise again and you will learn to fly
Up and down and up until you reach the open air
To get up there where you belong or else by trying die
But everybody dies so keep on trying and get there
Remembering that we are love and love is what we do
So go on with the show and play your part with all your heart
No matter where it leads you even when it seems too far

Knowing who you are is the way to be a star

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 19, 2010, 4:57 pm


Night in the City

It is night in the city and the light is bright
But shadowed now and not quite real like how you feel
When you have been burning the candle at both ends
And what end do you hold on to? Well that depends
On if the center holds and what is holding you

Night in the city of the living and the dead
Who when living were dying then to get ahead
But neither here nor there they found themselves nowhere
And having gone too far now wonder where they are
But I am living here in the city instead

Night in the city at one time was so pretty
But one time looks a lot like another time now
When there have been too many times for me to see
Witnessing firsthand the unfolding of always
And overhearing what the disappointed say

Some of them say the city has gone bad or mad
And then some say the city is not what it was
As it is what it is and it does what it does
While others say the city has seen better days
And yet what day is better to see than today?

But other times and other places interpose
Memories of other times and places like these
Between what was and what will be at what is now
Having been and seen too much I remember those
Things you might have remembered to forget somehow

And it interferes that some of my heres are there
And that some of my nows are then now and again
But I suppose remembering those is just what
I must do and if not forget then at least not
Regret what I cannot forget at least not yet

But when my heart is always I am everywhere
And this is the higher me to which I aspire
Passing time through space to a sense of place by grace
At the center of the universe wherever
I find myself to be so I find myself free

When night in the city is pretty forever
With its elements of earth air water and fire
Reconciled in balance as its seasons revolve
Belonging the city belongs to us because
We and the city are as one as we evolve

And though the city is a place of belonging
We are lonely by nature and lonelier where
So many people are with so many needs there
Being met and unmet in close propinquity
Night in the city and you can feel the longing

I dream back in time to this place and remember
The beauty of the duty of the people who
Built the city for one another to be in
Back in the May I remember in December
As what ends in the city brings what to begin

Things I forgot to remember about somehow
Since one time looks a lot like another time now
But this looks like as good a time as any to
Stop dying trying as the living dying do
And not try anymore at all but doing be

I want to be the higher me alongside you
Because night in the city can still be pretty
When we are the living and it is our city
Along the way to how between nowhere and now
Into the center of the universe and why

Night in the city of the living and the dead
Is here now as our time to live and not to die
We are living tonight in the city instead
It is night in the city and the light is bright
Night in the city of the living and the dead

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 13, 2010, 6:00 pm


For Teddy

21 August MMX

Teddy my fellow traveler through time
My fellow seeker for the paradigm
And for the pattern of reality
Trying to figure out what it might mean
As we have wondered why but found out how
As we have wondered so we wonder still
Adventurers alongside all the way

Thank you for being a best friend to me
My fellow wanderer wondering why
But finding out how these two decades now
Of this our connectedness as we find
Someone to listen when no one else will
Someone to talk to about what to do
A partner in the shared life of the mind
As well as my son so that I have two
And not only one so that I have you

Who though you might not realize it are
As transcendental as a rising star
Ascending constantly and steadily
Rising but remaining in equipoise
Lighting the sky for those orbiting by
Finding the center in the in between
Where I who see you rise know what I see

In a world of people who do not care
I see one who does and is always there
Alongside me when I have need of you
And I see you love me as I love you
So that we are alongside everywhere
I see humankind in you being kind
Humanness informed by humanity

I see balance among the many joys
Awaiting those who now discover you
To be as fascinating as I knew
You to be in your long ago with me
In the incunabulum of us as
We got off to a good start and we grew
In our Lancean specificity

You shot me for the cover of a book
Or two just as I look just as you took
Care of me as I once took care of you
Then when my life was in the in between
Suspended like a floating leaf in fall
To land in your hand recalled by your call
And because of you I return again

As how it is remembers how it was
While wondering about how it will be
And we turn to return with what we learn
We leave but we never leave us behind
And always say I love you when we go
Turning as we go to learn to return
We turn but turning do not turn away
Because we turn together through it all
Till someday we who have wondered will know

And if someday somebody should bother
To ask you something about your father
Something of you as something of me too
And if you wonder what on earth to say
Not that they will ask but in case they do
You can tell somebody I was like you
And gave you this poem for your birthday

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 10, 2010, 7:41 pm


For Stevie's Birthday

16 August MMX

"Me dearest darlin' boy" where would I start
If I were to speak the love in my heart
For you? But then again you understand
That when all is lost some things remain and
As some things become the way they must be
Some things become too important to say

Understanding connected hand to hand
As though we were links in a living chain
From soul to soul through love by circumstance
We turn but turning do not turn away
Through spacetime in shared synchronicity
And both of us are Steven Curtis Lance

Remembering Frank's Hobby Shop and all
The adventures we shared before the fall
And you with your blue book of poetry
Sad old songs with you at the piano
Saying too important things anyway
And saying them seeing we understand

Those moments like these when both of us know
Seeing me in you seeing you in me
Seeing from a look in each other's eyes
That we are not alone before the rise
Of what was and now is rising again
Of what is and how what will be will be

In the Santa Ana wind at midnight
Is how I first saw the diamonds shine
On the blue velvet and knew they were mine
Holding the sky by the string of a kite
And you hold the sky by the string now too
Hold on then my son and never let go

The specificity begins again
We turn but to return another day
I cannot imagine being my son
Or my doing as well as you have done
Without even mentioning how you do
Or how you will do and how about you?

I want you to know I am proud of you
That you are the meaning of life to me
Because of you I want to be and stay
Here being doing and seeing you grow
If only to remind you I love you
And if only to say Happy Birthday

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 8, 2010, 7:54 pm


Bogeys

Who is she they dared and called her name three times
When we were children waiting to become
Like the darkness haunting our nursery rhymes
They dared and called who appealed to and appalled
Generations of wakeful sleepovers in the bathroom
With a little sliver of a shiver of doom?
She was under the bed in bed with the bogeyman
Waiting to catch the unwary as catch can
Though I did not call her and she did not come
By the bogeyman she would give birth to some
Names in lights who serve the dark through politics
The ones who specialize in wakeful sleepover tricks
But bogeys only exist as we let them
As we remember to forget them

Bloody Mary

She of the extraordinary
Darkness at the dawning of our curiosity
Who is not but some would like to be
The dark lady of our darkening times
They dared and called who appealed to and appalled
But I never dared and I never called
Remembering other voices who
Waiting to catch the unwary as catch can
Remembered her in their own way too
And call it poetic license if you will
But she who comes when called is here and waiting still
Under the bed in bed with the bogeyman
As fear in bed with hate becomes the new reality
All night and day in an angry USA on TV

Bloody Mary

If repeating a lie three times will not make it true
Her brood of bogeys with their names in lights
The only light they ever knew and ever see
Bet their billions that thousands of times will do
The trick to make us sick the way they are
And going too far is not too far
For those who turn our summer days to winter nights
Lying and trying to control the souls of me and you
With their frights and fights against all we hold dear
As the bogeymen conquer our country through fear
And Bloody Mary you are scary
But your brood of bogeys terrifies
Living their lies by which our hope of civil discourse dies
Waiting to catch the unwary as catch can

But bogeys only exist as we let them
As we remember to forget them

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 6, 2010, 7:11 pm


The Man in the Mirror

for Nick Rocz

The man in the mirror is becoming my friend
So familiar and so like me in the end
That I worry about him when he is away
And feel better about him when he is not
Off wherever he goes but someone has to stay
Behind I suppose or that is what he thought

Or so the man in the mirror got me to agree
On this side or so I thought then when he brought
It up but now I wonder if that was only me
Since for better of worse our images reverse
He called me his shadow but would not explain
And when I asked him he would only say

"Mirror mirror on the wall
As I wonder how
Who reflects whom now
I wonder if you know
Seeing my reflection
Which of me is after all"

But being reflection
The mirror does not know
All it knows is that it goes
Without introspection
The mirror would be helpful but
It says it does not know how only what

In which direction
Does reflection go?

The mirror does not know
It says (and looks the other way)

I will have to look in the mirror and see
Over there where it looks so much clearer to me
About this and ask my friend if I might come
Across through the mirror the better to see clearer
What I have only seen reflected but
If there is happiness there I would like to find some

And if it is true that over there is where I become
The person he makes it look so easy to be
Or come across that way or at least come nearer
Through the mirror where my friend seems to be so free
Making me ask why I have to remain
Here behind the window of opportunity

Wishing I knew which is looking which way
I entertain the possibility
That the man in the mirror might be me
Only to be frightened into turning away
To turn back and ask my friend which I might be
Who am I / who are we anyway?

Mirror mirror on the wall
As we wonder how
Who reflects whom now
We wonder if you know
Seeing our reflection
Which of us is after all

In which direction
Does reflection go?

The mirror does not know
It says (or knows but does not say)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 5, 2010, 4:36 am


Diamonds on Blue Velvet

remember me

You wonderful ones who have wondered with me
In your youth about truth and what that might be
Who have understood me better than I could
Having grown up with me and my poetry
Remember me now as you venture and go
To all of the places I never have been
As I adventure in the spaces in the in between

And if peradventure you know what I mean
Think of me now and again when you see
A ring around the moon in the blue velvet sky
Wearing stars like diamonds to remember us by
To wonder about wonders beyond what we know
And when you see this to receive a kiss
Around the corner of the universe from me

You know about stars from my poems before
Who know what I mean and who know that I know
That you know that I mean that none of us go
That is when we go then we go like a ring
Around the moon or like the wheel of everything
Turning but returning no matter how far
Around the corner of the universe to be

Spangling we spill across blue velvet and call
To one another each to each the star
We are and know we are because of these on this
Our history across the sky no mystery to see
Like diamonds on blue velvet we flash until we fall
To rise again within the memory
Of you wonderful ones who have wondered with me

A star though having fallen now rising after all
Remembered is thought of all over again
A flash and we are in the sky once more
Remaining to depart and arriving to remain
Like all of us always again and again
Like stars though having fallen now rising after all
Like diamonds on blue velvet we flash until we fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 1, 2010, 8:19 pm


Learning to Let Go

When Grandma was letting go
After holding on so long
She told me I too must let
Go though not of life of what
Was killing me and was not
Of life were I to remain

It was easy to dismiss
Remembering to forget
As part of a parting kiss
At the time but she was right

And I could not prove her wrong
As I finally found out
Though it took all day and night
In the shadow of a doubt

But I let it all go free
When I gave it all away
And by letting go became
So that you know my name
In the way I came to be
As I am here today
Being and becoming strong

I remember her by this
Until I see her again

We only let go so we can embrace
Only renounce so we can receive
We only say goodbye to say hello
Only remember to forget the face
Of yesterday to recognize today
As we see what is so we can believe
In tomorrow as seen from its yesterday
Where the promise of today awaits

Today is when what will be will be
With yesterday the shadow of today
When tomorrow's shadow falls the other way
To what will be through what is from what was
Creating a future we cannot see
When they say tomorrow never comes but
For the sake of today just in case it does

Letting go is opening the gates
Keeping the line clear for the call when it comes
Ready for whatever no matter what
Being prepared even while being scared
With open arms empty just in case
Being becoming what being becomes

Letting go is being becoming strong
As the lotus is blooming inside
Blooming what is instead of what was
Learning to renounce to believe
And letting yesterday go to receive
Tomorrow as seen from its yesterday

Today may not be much but is all I know
This and what I find as I go along
From what was through what is to what will be
Like the river knows as it flows to the sea
And never delayed though often denied
Like Grandma today will not turn out wrong

So when tomorrow comes I will be prepared
As easy come and easy go I grow
Coming and going and come what may
Finding the equipoise of faith and doubt
Of bitter and sweet of fast and slow
Of everything and nothing watching the show

And it was a comedy it turns out
As it passes by having learned to let go

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 1, 2010, 3:47 pm


Friendship River

for Giancarlo Vega

Up down and all around a world of people of all kinds
A river flows of friendship through the meetings of our minds
We find ourselves in one another in good company
And we like one another like being able to see
Another turning and returning as we find us where
We need us when we need us who remind us then and there

That then and there is when and where we need us as we learn
That as we turn and we return someone is being there
With us that we are not alone that someone cares the way
Only a friend cares one who shares both time and history
With the perspective of the elective and just because
Since we have known each other life is better than it was

Some people like to be only but that can be lonely
I for one like to have a friend or two or three or four
And not only do I like them but I like to make more
So if you are only and lonely I hope we find us
As we found each other being to find our being where
Friendship is flowing between tomorrow and yesterday

The river between when and then before and behind us
Laughing with us finding comedy within tragedy
Between what goes and never comes and what we have today
Asking nothing sharing everything turning to return
Up down and all around a world of people of all kinds
A river flows of friendship through the meetings of our minds

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 30, 2010, 2:27 am


Original Sin Survivor

for all the others

Asked to take the fall for the fall of man
I have done my best but no longer can
Nor longer will because it made me ill
Wearing poorly designed depravity
Forced on me finding it did not suit me
Because the curse of Adam does not fit

I fail to feel depraved whatever I do
Because I had nothing to do with it

So crafty preachers trolling for control
Find someone else to take advantage of
The sin is yours and is not of my soul
You shout but I will not listen to you
As having escaped you I go my way
Understanding your misunderstanding

I spent most of my lifetime suffering
Before I realized I could resist

But the God who is love in spite of you
The God I remember in November
To whom if I should die before I wake
I grew up praying for my soul to take
Beckoning to me as you turned away
Released me from the living death you had
For me when he decided I go mad
Escaping the hell you defend so well
Since you feel you need hell for heaven's sake
And for it to exist you must persist
That same God you forgot remembered me
And did me a favor or that is how
I think of it after going mad now

Setting me free to see differently
Returning me to the garden today
Where I am innocent though you are not
Here in November now to remember
In the garden of the God you forgot
Learning by the tree of knowledge to see
My mother did not give me sin but love

And what you gave me was the memory
Of your own sin which would not let me go
But I had to go when I came to know
You as the enemies of love you are

As you controlled by tears so now I win
Though bittersweet the right to laugh at last
Simply by seeing the absurdity
Of your outgrown unoriginal sin
And now as I see you a size too small
I who believed in the lies you told me
See how you believed in nothing at all

So keep your apple I have found a star
Inside of me where your sin used to be
And free now find that I am of the sky
Of the sea of the earth and of the fire

Recovering from growing up too fast
And free to pray beyond the games you play
My star is rising as I see my way
By the light you hid and tried to deny
In your perversion of the heart's desire
When the sin was yours originally

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 27, 2010, 7:14 pm


For the Rest of Us

In America today
The voices we hear are the voices of fear
Since these are the loudest and proudest
Cowardly and loud about it
Ignorant and proud about that too
Striving to stem the flow of reality
And though failing finding fame and fortune as they do
Conniving to control the populace

But fear is not what we were born nor came here for
Some never were and some are not afraid anymore

Weary and wary of whining defining us
As some resist the universe refining us
We tire of hearing the fearmongers crying
For blood
Ugly being as ugly does
As far away from home the brave are dying
For good
Because they were told for good was what it was
But then when they wondered it was just because
And the fearmongers said so on the radio

Somebody's children like mine maybe yours
Playing with fire and getting burned
Fighting old wars
A generation on when more is less
Sacrifice taken for granted by this
Negation of what they were fighting for
By goading the fearful into cowardice
And all for nothing more nor less than selfishness
Conniving to control the populace

In an atmosphere of fear when noon is midnight
The light lies low within the lamp today
As angry men shout about how being wrong is right
Who have forgotten all we ever learned
Who neither come nor go who will not grow who just say no
Only saying yes when they can take away
A freedom or two or keep us out of their sight
As they try to erase words like democracy
But we do not believe them anymore

I do not fear the fearful nor need you

A nation evolves as the world revolves
Our evolution is our revolution now
Fear is not our here nor ignorance our how
Though the fearmongers say no on the radio
Toiling to turn the tide of history
Our people know
The remote controlled and bought and paid for anger of
The sadly exploited but irrelevant
Astonishes but is not us is not what we want
And our children know that what we lack is love

The time has come now for the rest of us to say
If you are not coming get out of our way

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 26, 2010, 4:18 am


Time Has a Way

for Maria with love for her birthday

Those who think they know the answers do not know
The questions or how to ask them we have found
It shows and they know we know this even though
They conceal it if they can see us around
By playing roles they think have been assigned them
By something other this might have made sense to
At one time but not to them now to find them
Becoming angry about what they believe
Rattled to realize it might not be true
And people get dangerous when what they say
Is fear shook to anger but time has a way

Perceptive in spite of themselves they perceive
That things are changing in spite of all they do
Flailing their futility against the clock
They are in a hard place and time is the stone
To make them stumble the rock to make them fall
Because time has a way of breaking the lock
Taking up the unknown shaking up the known
Waking up questions and how to ask them too
Refusing to leave certain subjects alone
But making it all work out right after all
On the way to tomorrow from yesterday

Time has a way

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 24, 2010, 6:49 pm


By Which I Mean to Say I Love You

Among the diamonds of the sky
I trip through time and space
Seeing the universe being by
The concept of reality
Its own blue velvet darkness first taught me
When I came to embrace
It as it is and does seeing it being there
Being what is and becoming what will be

Doing its be and being its do
As I am and wish you were too
With me but seeing I am everywhere
And you are always with me I am there with you

By which I mean to say hello

The never parted reunited in
A place no place but time in space
No single point of spacetime but the whole
The seamless fabric of reality
Where nothing need end nor begin
The lack of gravity no lack of grace
Where balance plays a leading role

Though we might arrive unbalanced even so
To universal laughter
Here wisdom learns to wonder is to know
Where balance follows after

Here is where never becomes forever
When seen from the other side
Bringing always out of never
As anyone can do but few have tried
The way we do as we meet here once more
You the choir and I the priest

Where we have met so many times before
Out where we change the minds at least
Of such curious passersby as may
Be ready to open their minds anyway
Or maybe crack a tough nut or two
If not for tomorrow at least for today

Being our do and doing our be
Where it feels so right for me to be with you
That you must feel it too with me
Doing our be and being our do

Being and doing our destiny
And what is that you say?
To do our best no matter what
Pursuing perfection as its own reward
Our very uttermost and come what may
To know what is and what is not
And what lies in between

Remembering what others forgot
Or what they never knew
To turn and return with eternity
But you know what I mean

You are always with me and that is why
As I am with you too
You the reader I the writer of
This from me to you through love
And when we fall remember how we soared
Together you and I
Doing our be and being our do
Among the diamonds of the sky

By which I mean to say I love you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 22, 2010, 8:09 am


Freefall

A piano missing a few keys maybe
A little worse for the wear of the weather
Those inevitable effects of being
I see and smile to remember not seeing
Out looking for trouble and finding it in
Unlikely places beginning to begin

But you must have been a beautiful baby
Because baby look at you now and yet how
Much do we love us or not how but whether
At all or not at all through such a hard fall
When winter awaits no matter what we do?
I have trouble denying discouragement
But I have tried to make it better somehow

I used to be able to lift up those who
Had fallen and maybe gotten broken too
But I went for broke without breaking my fall
And ended up with my heart broken instead
The person I was died inside of my head
Cost what was paid for before I lost the rest
And left me like this at all or not at all

It is more than I can do to lift up my
Weary self now as like an autumn leaf I
Am blown by the wind carried up then drawn down
A big deal to me but really pretty small
Just another person in another town
Like you see from the train as it passes by
The people and the town and the suffering
When this is not hello when this is goodbye

I will have to go all the way down someday
And when I am down now I stay there until
The turn of the wheel comes along as it will
As it does to bring me back to how it was
Returning the wind to keep turning the mill
Not forcing the spring since I can force nothing
Only myself to be stubborn and to stay

Life is difficult heaven knows (or does it?)
It was what I thought that it was (or was it?)
But I cannot see how it was because it
Is not the way it was then rather the way
It is now which is the way it is today
And maybe today we are not at our best

We would try tomorrow but it never comes
It just glitters there at the end of the road
As a future mirage the past overcomes
But the hope of it helps us to bear the load
Of a promise so big it can never come
True all at once so it blooms into pieces

A faraway fragrance blown over the sea
A memory like temptation increases
Its insidious insistent urgency
Of purpose but just what that purpose might be
Is not for the many to know but the some

And they are not telling me so I will wait
For what never comes but would become my fate
If it ever came from today where it hid
Within the fabric of spacetime yesterday
Not coming and yet never going away

If the some knew that we were not at our best
I wonder if they would enlighten the rest
Of us who just wonder in general how
To find our way out of this amazing maze
Where we find ourselves living our nights and days
As if this were going to be permanent
This matrix and multiverse all about now
Which speaking of tomorrow is where it went

Mystic magisterial ancient of days
August in July a stranger everywhere
Schizophrenic and whip smart and razor thin
His belly of iron wherein burns a flame
Psychotic and dangerous quite possibly
But he dances into the arms of always
Coming becoming beginning to begin
The process of us remembering his name

And if you remember I wonder if we
A piano missing a few keys maybe
With you who were once a beautiful baby
I wonder if it is not too late to try
Though not at our best today making a go
Of life now we know to know is not to know
Since we never have to explain us at all?

As if we would or if we could explain we
Who have embraced both the joys and sorrows of
Windblown leaves in autumn floating in freefall
Turning returning though falling even so
Further and further than we ever dreamed of

And everything makes sense now little and late
Past the suffering the people and the town
Tomorrow is coming becoming our fate
The fall of death becoming the call of love
Freefalling further and then all the way down
When this is not goodbye when this is hello
Though not at our best today making a go
Of floating in freefall like falling in love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 20, 2010, 1:48 am


Deeper

for anyone who reads this

Our existence is confirmed in one another as we
Check ourselves as though in the mirror looking in the eyes
Of someone else to see if we are still there if we see
And are seen in the in between if you know what I mean
Where the deeper the darkness is the brighter is the star

Seeing we recognize each other as we realize
That other people hell though they may be are how we know
We are by seeing each other our existence agreed
Upon seeing the light of you in me and mine in you
And we may think we do not but we need us even so

Looking to find ourselves we find we are looking too far
We cannot confirm we exist without us even though
We think we do and we might want to or we might want to
Think we do there is just no helping our need for us now
That we exist and know that we exist and this is how

No helping our need for us now but our being indeed
Being its own reward in going from and coming toward
In the in between where we know what we mean as we lead
The lives of stars to shine reflected in each other's eyes
Where our being seems visible only reflectively

I do not remember existing until I saw you
It took until I saw myself in you to realize
In that moment of our mutual reciprocity
When we were and when being with you was its own reward
When you saw you in me reflecting that I saw it too

That this is how we are and know we are and it was soon
Then looking in your eyes that I began to see my own
Seeing you seeing me becoming as we are to be
Both of us reflecting each other like the sun and moon
Seeing myself reflected I saw I was not alone

We are not brains in jars but voyagers among the stars
Nor are we alone out here as it is becoming clear
When we find what we mean in the space in the in between
Where in the deepest darkness there is where the stars appear
Where the deeper the darkness the brighter the stars are seen

And the stars in our eyes are all of us becoming clear
All we wanted it turns out was just to be somebody
The stars we are where we could shine forever and ever
Or if not at least for here and now this moment we are
Clear in the here and now between forever and never

Where we find space is always now and stars are always here
And finding each other reflecting we find us to be
Our ground of being way of seeing and the meaning of
All we have looked for all this time as we have looked too far
For us reflected in our coexistent company

Being reflections of each other as the stars we are
Who can never see us as we are until we can see
Not in our backwards mirrors but our shared humanity
The image of us in the eyes of others finding love
Where the deeper the darkness is the brighter is the star

+Steven Curtis Lance



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