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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 12, 2010, 3:31 am


Curious

Looking in the mirror
I like what I see
As clearer and clearer
Curiosity
Helps me to remember
It is not too late
Though in my September
For a twist of fate
For serendipity

A curious boy at fifty-five
Retaining
A sense of who I am and was
Remaining
Curious and curiously alive
Explaining
Nothing now and no more because
Containing
Myself locked in labels and names
Refraining
From being inexplicable
Is him not me though I was he

I used to be afraid
But not anymore
My decision is made
Not against but for
Me
And you and being
And for our being free
Freeing by being
Becoming you and me

I lead and I follow
I find where life goes
I know and do not know
Since nobody knows
And if you want to come
Along for the ride
To find what we become
When we go outside
I offer you my hand

An opportunity
To bloom and to be
As you as I am me
As we understand
And appreciate
Through curiosity
It is not too late
For a twist of fate
Through serendipity

I am not a same among sames
Anymore
Now I am inexplicable
Like a door
Opening outward to the clouds
Into the sky
Opening inward to the crowds
To enter by
Which to come through curiosity
And I wait for you there
At the cloud crowd door where we go free
We who are everywhere

We used to be afraid
But not anymore
Our decision is made
Not against but for
We
Become by being
By our becoming free
Freeing by being
Becoming you and me

We know and do not know
Since nobody does
As we come and go
Through is to be from was
We come becoming come because
Of curiosity
Through serendipity
To be as you as I am me
We come becoming free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 10, 2010, 7:31 pm


Our Dream Our Destiny

get well Teddy

We become afraid
Becoming along
When the plans we made
Before we knew what
Life would really be
Like turn out all wrong

It is hard to see
It at the time but
It makes people strong
Learning the hard way
While learning about
Flexibility

Believing through doubt
We can only feel
Since we cannot know
What comes and also
How we take what comes
Becomes what is real

As we see and say
It so it becomes
Our reality
And how we agree
It is just the way
We see and we say

As we believe
So we achieve

Our dream our destiny

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 9, 2010, 6:56 pm


With Lips to Kiss and Eyes to See

In matters of life and death
Matters of what matters to
Matters of heartbeat and breath
Matters of to be and do

That catch in your breath that dawn of surprise
That skip in your heartbeat that spark in your eyes
That crash of thunder that flash of lightning
That moment both exciting and frightening

That you are kissed

That is when you know you really are
To be and do
When it feels like the explosion of a star
Inside of you

That is when you know it is true
That you exist

And whether it is God or your wife
You know that you are and that you have a life
To live

And that you feel free to be and do
Because of the love that is given to you
To give

The greater and the lesser lights
The sparkling stars of summer nights
The blue of the sky itself will be

And will be for

Those with lips to kiss and eyes to see
Further and more

And furthermore

It already is for you and for me
The nights and the lights and the sky will be

For those with lips to kiss and eyes to see

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 7, 2010, 6:15 pm


Days of Always

for Maria, Stevie, and Teddy Lance

Both from the way things are and from the way things have been
From things both seen and unseen within the in between
I think we have a future if you see what I mean

Or at least now I can see how I still want to be
A part of the heart of the unfolding of these days
Which even though we fear them are the days of always
My eyes will see triumph as they have seen tragedy
Though dimmed by disappointment as nearsightedness they
Will keep on looking till they see the light anyway

Of many who are chosen a few will volunteer
And those who overcome fear become the chosen few
Within the in between here to do what we must do

I have a happy feeling that my sad eyes will see
Us all being happy having seen things through at last
Remembering the future by forgetting the past
Here in the days of always to never fade away
I believe in our future if you see what I mean
In these our days of always within the in between

In the in between we are connected now where we
In the matrix of these days becoming you and me
Together start what we were set apart to do here
Within a web of balances we come as we go
Here we want and need each other want and need to know
Reaching out to reach someone who does not disappear

But the sun in the morning comes back up in the east
Not where last night it went down in the west in at least
As good an example of the process as any
Of our progress toward the light within the in between
The future is ours and its promises are many
All night toward the light the dawn brings on another day

Of many who are chosen a few will volunteer
And those who overcome fear become the chosen few
Within the in between here to do what we must do

We are afraid but have nothing to be afraid of
We want to be happy but we need to deal with fear
All we need to be happy is to want to live love
Like I want and need to as I look at you and say
Here in the days of always within the in between
I think we have a future if you see what I mean

From things both seen and unseen within the in between
I believe in our future if you see what I mean
In these our days of always to never fade away

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 4, 2010, 2:40 pm


Magic Words

The reason to write a poem is to say
What cannot be said in the usual way
Something unspoken but something which is said
Though said without saying within mystery
Saying the unsaid by magic words instead

Questioning an answered question answering
A questioned answer around the bend ahead
Spoken though unspoken as a question to
An answer one questions unanswerably
A question as the answer to anything

Through the process of being written and read
One can be broken but speak the unspoken
Too and can speak without being spoken to
By not doing anything do what is done
By saying unspoken things waking in dreams

And those who do not in this way as they do
Whose dreams come true as how the waking world seems
Those once broken now unbroken and spoken
Shapeshifting timebenders of reality
Who dream its dreams are poets and I am one

Who having established my identity
Having found myself in the ruins of time
Seeing time has not made a ruin of me
Having left the old behind now for the new
I am here in counted syllables and rhyme

I have come to become and I am to be
Where I am unbroken and count for something
Here to speak my dreams into reality
An answer as the question to anything
I am here to let go and not to hold on

But as I fall I rise to my destiny
Remembering I have forgotten my fear
As I find myself falling more up than down
Feeling for the moment as though I could fly
With the answer to the question coming clear

I am doing now what I was meant to do
And the only thing I have to do is try
As a child's smile replaces a grownup's frown
I see dreaming my dreams has made them come true
Having asked for miracles now they appear

And having asked for magic words I find some
Telling me turning is all I need to know
Even though I turn away I turn back here
Turning with the world around the sun I come
Speaking magic words before turning to go

Saying the unsaid by magic words instead
Through the process of being written and read
As a child's smile replaces a grownup's frown
The reason to write a poem is to say
What cannot be said in the usual way

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 2, 2010, 11:11 pm


Friendship

a blessing on St. James Wood

Of each human relationship friendship is the heart
Humanness in equipoise by divine design
Culmination and completion present from the start
Of miracles when people of good will combine
Their energies in synergies of light

In coalitions of the common good
In being and in being understood
In being being understood as right
However wrong we might be now and then
And getting through the bumpy spots with grace

Friendship may not know how but it knows when
To scry through the mirror of what we see
To spy each other's spark in the dark and
As though predestined then to understand
And find each other as we were meant to
Find as we find that we have been sent to
Do something important together now

Friendship knows when and love will show us how
As joined at the heart of humanity
There where our friendship mirrors you and me
We reflect one another face to face
Revealing mine in yours and yours in mine
To care enough to take each other's place
Where the fulfillment and fruition of love start

Of each human relationship friendship is the heart

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 1, 2010, 5:14 pm


Careful for Nothing

Philippians 4:6 (KJV)

He was a careful man
A man with a plan
Who never lost face
In spite of spectacular rises and falls
Never if he could help it anyway

Because of his painstaking
And his planmaking
He threaded with grace
The needle's eye right through reality's walls
To be able to write to you today

And to say

We might as well be careful if we can
There are accidents enough heaven knows
Even for a careful man with a plan

Who has to take what comes but likes to see
It coming by peeking at destiny
At least to see it going as it goes

Who might have even learned a thing or two
Like being careful and writing to you
And who has learned there is no mistaking
From which he has not emerged better than
He was before if a more careful man
Painstaking if no longer planmaking

Who learned here it is and to let it be

Though he is old and sad now
He still would like to live
Who lost it all and somehow
Has that much more to give

Not for things but for people instead
Remembering now to forget the past
Healing the hole it left in his heart

Remembering a scripture he once read
Feeling a part of the whole part to part
Remembering the first things at the last

Those who live love survive what is dead
Careful for nothing as the scripture said

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 30, 2010, 8:10 pm


What Brings Us Together

for Robert and Aurora

The dynamic of our sharing
Our caring and our not-caring
Being parallel and bearing
With one another through the day
And then at evening still to say
It is good not to be alone

What is it and is love its name?

Knowing others and being known
Whatever it is seems to be
The way we human beings came
To be if perhaps the hard way
But it is and love is its name
And love is what it is to me

Love! I would know you anywhere
As you care and as you not-care

And be

Asking no less than everything
Being the song the singers sing

Like me

In the journeying alongside
As we circumnavigate this
Wheel on which our destiny is
Determined on a bumpy ride

Where cheek by jowl and chockablock
We size each other up take stock
Some more agreeable than some

Love is what brings us together
Love is what makes us overcome
Obstacles when and not whether

And so we are together as
We find each other now and here
Those twins what-will-be and what-was
Feeling unwelcome disappear

And we are left here face to face
Together in this time and place
Love makes it work by light and grace
With one another through the day
And then at evening still to say
It is good not to be alone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 29, 2010, 9:43 pm


Like the Closing of the Eyes for a Kiss

My eyesight is poor and the lenses in
My glasses come from many years ago
But after all these years my eyes begin
To see what they missed many fears ago
And their tears ago when they could not see
Because they saw too well to notice then
How what they see becomes reality

Which can be obscured in anyone when
We fail to see beyond the aspects of
What we have seen and therefore what we know
Or think we know and that is how we miss
The aspects of what we have not yet seen
Which as we age is shaped by life and love
To be informed by hope then as we go
And if I see meaning it might be this

Learning to see things for what they might mean
And not fearing them as we did before
Seeing the in within the in between
And though our eyesight worsen seeing more
Becoming more accustomed to the view
Our eyes though dimmer reaching toward the light
Seeds in soil sprouting toward blue sky above
So we can see to be as free to do

And all I know is somehow it feels right
To see myself first inside and then out
The aspects of my specificity
As shaped by life and love to bring about
The blooming though belated of my soul
The sum and total of my destiny
And how all the parts relate to the whole

With things at last in balance then to find
And glean the truth from stubbled fields of lies
As not too little and never too late
To take the best and leave the rest behind
Embrace the good and leave the bad to fate
And see more clearly than I thought I could
The aspects of my specificity
When the mindful process is understood

And I can see meaning in the distance
By seeing things deeper with inward eyes
Finally enjoying my existence
As not a struggle but a victory
And not a breaking down but breaking through
By new eyes of experience to lift
My old eyes to see what is always new

I open the present to simply be
Myself and see my being as a gift
The aspects of my specificity
Seen clearly now as I see myself see
And I can see meaning and it is this
Like the closing of the eyes for a kiss
And opening inside becoming free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 29, 2010, 2:36 am


Aunt Blanche's Third Move

for my friend Robert

"Three moves is a lot like a fire"
My Aunt Blanche used to say
Just to stay put was her desire

But Aunt Blanche moved away
Her forwarding address was clear
In the sweet by and by

"You want to find me? Look up here"
She said but had to die
At last to find stability

And with a catch which caught:
I see her grave and see that she
Stays put no matter what

+Steven Curtis Lance
St. James Wood
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May 28, 2010, 3:29 pm


We Are the Show

for the Young Americans

We are not explainers
We need not explain the inexplicable
We are entertainers

When nobody else can do the show we will

We are the menders
Of brokenness you see
We are the benders
Of our reality

We are transcenders

We are the show as far as we know
Who find it inexplicable to be
Just like you do but

We are not explainers

We wonder about but are not sure what
It is in the end we
Wonder about when we wonder then
We are left to wonder just like you do but

We are entertainers

Knowing what we do not know we have a show
To do and to be and be as we do
We are the show as far as we know

And who we are but you?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 24, 2010, 7:01 pm


Who Knows?

How did this happen to me
That I am become as I am now?

All I did was happen to be...
And then I just kept being somehow

But it seems to be addictive
Since I am curious to see
The future lived presently
Nor has the past been predictive

I just never know
How my life will go

I meant to set your world on fire
To melt your heart by my desire
And always aspire to inspire
You higher to higher and higher

I do not know if I have done so

But

I am curious (no matter what)

And the random reinforcement of it all
Ascending in the rise
Fascinates no less now in the fall
Seen up and down through young and old eyes

And as the world goes
Around and around
It is probably best just to say
Head in the clouds feet on the ground
Like me today:

Who knows?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 23, 2010, 8:12 pm


Holes in the Sky

In the dialectic of love and fear
Some people have a scripture about it
As in my own tradition I have one:

Peter says "perfect love casts out fear" and
So do I without reason to doubt it

And loving imperfectly understand
Since having been loved that way I know how
As much as something like this can be known
Love is never afraid and always kind

And no matter what has happened before
There is nothing to be afraid of here

Escaping frightened and frightening priests
Forgiving ourselves for what they have done
Free human beings now not burdened beasts
Having left that way of thinking behind

Love brings us together to love the more
Here where at last they have left us alone

We look for the love we were looking for
Disinterested and simple and small
And caring for each other far and near
We would just like to make it better now

Perfect love is pure and enough for all
To dare to break through to our humankind
Marked with a drop of our blood and a tear

Let this be our sign of better begun
At the crossing of the heart and the mind
Though having survived what we have we are
Believers in love unafraid of fear
Who may never find it but who may try

Let this be our sign of better fought for
A galaxy our own and each a star
And where there are dark places we know why

As finding the love we were looking for
We shine the more for the holes in the sky

Let this be our sign that we loved and won

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 22, 2010, 5:57 am


Pretty Good at Parallel

For something to be normal it is supposed to be
Perpendicular
To a tangent at a point of tangency

I have gone off on tangents aplenty
And yet I am not perpendicular

If ever I was or ever I were
To be
That way that would not be me

Though there are a few things I do well
Being pretty good at parallel
For example and possibly poetry
Perpendicularity
Is a rarity
To me

I stand a gentle contrapposto apropos
To one who does and yet who does not know
Who cares quite a lot
And yet who hopes to think he wishes he did not

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May 22, 2010, 12:04 am


Happy in the Here and Now

It took me all this time and is taking
The rest of whatever remains
To me for all this breaking and making
These universal labor pains

Whatever it is I am going through
Which is and yet hardly explains
The mindful process of my getting to
My destination which is now

I am not really going anywhere
But everywhere as I learn how
The hard way of course as I always do
To get to here from here and there

To care about nothing and everything
To escape invisible bars
To remember how to smile even sing
And to find myself in the stars

I am going to get through this somehow
And someday I want to be free
I want to be happy in the here and now
And I want to be friends with me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 21, 2010, 12:19 am


Time for the Impossible

for my daughter Maria and her new Master's Degree

What is it that some lack
Though they have everything (what is
Possible anyway)?

What is holding them back?

They are doing nothing that is
Impossible today

It is time for the impossible now!

Because some things matter no matter what

Are these things possible? Possibly not
And are they improbable? Probably

But now is always the best time for me
And for you too the best time there has been
For seeking if not for finding out how
To go all the way nor settle between
Because some things matter no matter what
And should be done though some say could not be

Don Quixote de la Mancha knew
Like I do and like you do too
No if perhaps and but no maybe

No time like the present baby!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 20, 2010, 1:05 pm


Where the Light Goes

(from my perspective as a bipolar paranoid schizophrenic psychotic)

Tonight knows where the light goes and gets out of the way
And when it comes everything hums and it is today

If it were always night it would only be half right
With parallel disarray if it were always day
But two as to are balanced as today and tonight
The turning of the wheel to the learning of the real

Opposites in balance turn the wheel the middle way
Below as above to turn and learn and come to know
What comes to mind at times like this when I look within
Myself to see tonight leave so today can begin

I learn by turning to and not by turning away
When everything is nothing and when I am no one
Then nothing is everything and I am everyone
It is love after all in the rise and in the fall

At times like this when the light is rising within me
As tonight is leaving so today can begin me
Again as it has always been again and again
I am learning the real to the turning of the wheel

And the learning of the turning is love even though
It only seems to go to come and to come to go
To learn by turning to and never turning away
In the rise and in the fall it is love after all

And when it comes everything hums and it is today
Tonight knows where the light goes and gets out of the way

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 19, 2010, 9:14 am


Blue Moonlight

And so all right then here we are
As you reflect blue moonlight in your skin
The shadow of a distant star

And I cannot see how this could be sin

Waking and yet dreaming about
Blue moonlight shining without from within
Whispering we wonder about
If this could happen somehow that we win

We bet ourselves and here we are
To be before we go

And though tonight when near and far
Ours and a billion other dreams begin
I am no gambler but I bet
It all on you and blue moonlight tonight

Remembering you I forget
About who thinks that this is wrong or right
No looking back and no regret

How do I feel that I know this is real?

We bet ourselves and here we are
To be before we go
Blue moonlight is the way I feel

Enough for me to know

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 18, 2010, 10:03 pm


When

Some say they feel we were deceived
By those who taught us what
They thought they had to and believed
Some do but I do not

Themselves deceived they could not know
And none of them could see
Not curious enough to grow
They never would be free

They thought they did but did not know
Too careful to begin
I think they meant well even though
They shut me out from in

Though not intending to deceive
They did as they were told
But could not see could not believe
At any age too old

Now I see they were afraid then
Of our asking when and
They made us wait but God knows when
And now I understand

They simply could not simply be
And thought it better to
Avoid too much reality
So this they did and do

They did the best they could with such
Assumptions as they had
Though their presumptions cost us much
And some of us went mad

But through the madness I survived
What others had to miss
And here at last I have arrived
At now in spite of this

And I forgive them all now as
I hope for better days
Though I remember how it was
I always have always

And that was then and this is now
As that is always then
And now as then I wonder how
But now is always when

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 17, 2010, 7:20 pm


Love is Why

Riding a blue world round a yellow star
Life is the mindful process of the wheel

A stillness actualized in motion
The journey is the destination now

In body and mind inside us and out
Not where we are going but where we are

And that we are is what we are is real
And as we are going we find out how

Some find inside us and others find out
That we are not as alone as we feel

If we are islands love is the ocean
If we are lonely stars love is the sky

And as the wheel turns we learn love is why
And why not as we once knew but forgot

We are here to remember who we are
Riding a blue world round a yellow star

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 16, 2010, 3:33 am


Where the Stars Bloom

On my way into the expansion of consciousness
It is like a canyon but its opposite
Like here is there and this is that and like more is less
And the wondering the making sense of it
Like entering a canyon of consciousness wherein
Down goes up and what is ending must begin

As far away and as close as it can be

On my way out of the contraction of thoughtfulness
Into that opposite canyon of meaning
I can see how to find the impossible no less
Than everything from nothingness by gleaning
Everything is possible anything nothing less
Everything gleaning meaning from nothingness

All times present time simultaneously

Nothing ever lasts forever nothing but nothing
And the essence of ever of us the soul
That essential part of us a part of everything
Part by which we participate in the whole
Of everything completely in the completion of
The constellation of us as drawn by love

Out of nothingness we see that we are everything
Out where the stars bloom like flowers in the spring

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 12, 2010, 9:27 pm


Raindrops

A couple of raindrops falling through the sky
Two raindrops you and I are we
Who took a look at try
Deciding it looked better tried as done

A couple of the tried and true
Who do not try but do
From try to do out of the blue
A couple of raindrops you and me
Of many raindrops two and I am one
Being now seeing how to fall is to fly
When we become the sea

Wherever we are forever we remain
A couple of raindrops you and I
We who cycle sea to sky and back again
As raindrops you and I are we
Who do not try but do
And doing is our destiny
A cycle unending as unbegun

Being now seeing how to dry is to fly
From try to do into the blue
A couple of the tried and true
When we become the sky

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 11, 2010, 3:55 pm


A Transcendental Intimacy

I see across the sea in my reflection
Someone is looking back at me there
In a moment of conjoined introspection
Joining here and there at everywhere

Coming and going in either direction
Connected as by universal telephone
In a transcendental intimacy
Here and there at everywhere and I am alone

But someone is reading my poetry

Across the lonely universe tonight
We see
Not before nor after not ahead nor behind
Someone and I are neither here nor there

Though much is wrong yet so much else is right
That we
Across the sea tonight in our reflection find
Someone is here looking back at us there

Where someone is reading my poetry
Across the lonely universe tonight
In a transcendental intimacy
Where here and there are joined at everywhere

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 10, 2010, 1:29 am


Three for Two

I

I get depressed on Mother's Day
And Father's Day too
I never noticed Children's Day
Except for you and you and you (and you)

I just wish there were a day for all of us
And if there is not never mind all the fuss
For me at least
(I am a beast
I know)

I believe in holidays
As I believe in always
Although
My mother is gone
And I am alone

I keep keeping on
But have always known
That I am a misfit ultimately
They do not have a holiday for me

II

Why is it always the "fear" of the Lord
They want? There is something about that word
Which is awkward and does not translate to
Love as some think that it does and some do

With nothing to lose but my fear I say
I will love the Lord and not be afraid
Somebody wants to control me this way
But love over fear is the choice I made

I believe in a God who feels like a kiss
And having lived fifty-five years in fear
I believe we need a little love around here
Nor need I be afraid of hell for this

My choice made I am not afraid to live
And I am even less afraid to die
I would live love and I would die to give
My fellow humans the right to ask why

And then if they forgot to ask why not
I would gladly ask on their behalf too

III

Hey you
(Who know who you are and who I am too):

I know it is madness but I want to be
And do
The highest the purest the noblest the best
Of me for you

Just because it seems like my destiny
And just because it seems like the rest of me
Will follow too

Although I am broken
(Am nobody)
It is unspoken
(If spoken by me)
That this is three for two
(And two is who?)

I know it is madness but: I love you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 9, 2010, 1:10 am


This is How

You have listened to me and have understood
That I am the one to listen to
Whatever you tell me between you and me
To not only listen but hear you
And to not only hear you but understand
I have felt a lot like you do too

You who came looking for me by whose hand
The future liberates the past to be
The freedom of the present presently
Where both of us are only always now
I will love you by listening to you
I can make it better and this is how

We have found the nature of reality
More interesting than we had thought
Both more complicated and less than it seemed
We woke up by morning and forgot
What was by night before and the dreams we dreamed
To remember them no matter what

We feel each other's feelings and it feels good
As I love you by listening to you
We have listened and have understood
That I have felt a lot like you do too
By what we say and what we do not
We can make it better now and this is how

+Steven Curtis Lance



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