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Selected Poems of 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


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


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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Jul 17, 2010, 8:10 pm

Watching Shooting Stars Fall

My roommate in the lockdown psych ward was an amputee
In a wheelchair and he always wore his hospital gown
While I wore what I wore before to look more like outside
He was inside everywhere and did not know did not care

So it came as no surprise he was as crazy as me
With his troubling little stump below one knee waggling down
That he was mad the other way though he was justified
His fat face up in mine until I got it out of there

He dreamed what was and was not of him had a reunion
His leg came back but came back black the rest white and angry
His long lost limb had come too late his madness was his hate
The lockdown psych ward was a mad and angry place to be

My Grandma was a woman toughened by disappointment
And I the only one who never disappointed her
Which is to say I did not die nor someway else go where
She did not want to as I drove her where she wanted to

And I always gave her a laugh as I gave her a lift
In her fifty year old Chrysler land yacht just as haunted
Then as now and when I lost her I wondered where she went
At first but now I find her in myself a given gift

The Reverend Reavis wept whenever he tried to pray
His sobbing filled his church especially at communion
I was a child and could not yet understand what this was
Since time had not yet taught me some sad things I know today

He gave himself as offering and wept like that because
While wanting badly to do good he found that he could not
Remember who he was and was not and so he forgot
When we want to do good badly this is what good it does

He sacrificed himself and found that he was not enough
Unlike my Grandma disappointment could not make him tough
Neither one went mad like me nor my roommate amputee
Who learned the hard way that was just what we would have to do

And as we regard each other in the mirror we see
Ourselves as we create us making our reality
Reflected in reverse we are being and becoming
And we want to do good badly for all the good it does

As at half past my long lifetime watching shooting stars fall
How when they fall they just keep falling until they fall through
Lessons we are here to learn which take a lifetime coming
I see how going mad is not so crazy after all

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 15, 2010, 4:12 pm

And Life Goes On

In this my seeming afterlife persisting
Longer than I had intended to
Alternately accepting and resisting
Remaining I wonder what to do

Since death is a crisis I could ill afford
Betting it all one shot letting go
An agonizing stop to what is moving
A stop to the suffering even so

Stalling here I polish every word
In case someone reads what I leave behind
As my testimony to a dream deferred
Waiting for the time when I will know

Noting absurdly my body improving
Going to waste with my mind never mind
That Lutheran practicality
Noting all the exercise was not in vain

That promise of perfectibility
Toward which I could aspire to wait it out although
That could take awhile
Asks me what remains to be should I remain

I could stand to stall more if I waited in style
Alternately accepting and resisting
But fear goes out of fashion
When it comes to being gone

In this my seeming afterlife persisting
I am equally afraid to die as live but still
Death is a one time act of the will
But life goes on and on and on

And life goes on

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 14, 2010, 8:09 pm


for my friend and fellow poet Alexander de Juan
and his Facebook Anthology #17: Comedy

It is hot today
In the canyons of LA

Summer is a bummer
When the beach is out of reach
But I have to work hard
The car is in a storage yard
I gave it to my youngest anyway
And I never really liked to drive the freeway

I have a choice today
Of being roasted or fried
By choosing being inside or being outside
And so I lift my voice to say
I never knew that I could be this hot
Or did but did not want to and forgot

If this is how it has to be
The rest of the summer then let me
Be as hot as I am now in other ways
That I might be distracted through these melting days
Maybe see a little action as I
Roast or fry

Then maybe I could be OK
In the canyons of LA

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 11, 2010, 7:22 pm

Perspective of the Sky

for Teddy and Jihye

I always used to try
To see things from the sky
Until it became my habit
And how it is that now it is that I
A hawk on the fly
Can look down and find the rabbit
Of what I need to become a part of me
And it does now because I know how to see

It took awhile to learn
Taking my time to earn
First my respect and then my trust
But having been patient I take my turn
If I must return
Like hawks and rabbits to the dust
Knowing I have been having seen from the sky
And from that perspective having learned to fly

I have seen how it is from up there
Having learned to embrace
My specificities of time and space
Embracing to transcend them
Rising toward immortality
Riding tide and wind but not in vain
Rising and falling and rising again
Because that is what I do
But what I do is worth doing right
Having learned I am happy just to be
Who I am as I am and I become

I want to hold close and enjoy
The things those without perspective destroy
When their rabbit of need becomes greed
To be my best today before tonight
To have principles and defend them
But never defensively
To answer simply and not explain
Because I do not need to
And having learned to see to be
True to myself by daring to care
Enough to insist as I am and do
Learning to see as I become
To know who I am and where I came from

The point of it all is that I learn
Now as a creature of the air
I came from the sky where I return
And if you look up you might find me there
Where I belong there where I am free
To be where being I have learned to see
Being now and seeing how who
Learns to see is free indeed
As I am and as I see what is true
Being and seeing and freeing me
Remembering what I forgot I knew
As a hawk on the fly
From the perspective of the sky

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 8, 2010, 9:00 pm

The Lovers

To be everywhere is to be nowhere
Without somewhere but
To be somewhere is to be everywhere
Which is how when we are here we are there
With somewhere with someone the ideal
Which would seem like what
We ought to know before we go
Though still we have to try
Looking elsewhere for everywhere
And going too far

Since going too far is only coming near
Going around and coming the long way
Wherever we are on this blue ball
Nowhere everywhere or somewhere between
All of us turn around the same small star
As even by night it makes its light seen
A pretty big trick for a star so small
Bringing in soon by the light of the moon
As something for us to remember it by
Wherever we are

Which is how when the sun is there it is here
Reflecting on itself to make the moon appear
From out of the shadows of space to be
Something to reflect on for you and for me
Returning what will be to what has been
Light after light reflecting on the sea
Being the pitch to which the lovers tune
Being the music of what is real
When open hearts are singing to the sky
Around this small star

And going too far wherever we are
Around this small star as we are as we are
Day follows night as night follows day
As going we come and leaving we return
Wherever we are on this blue ball
Where none of us may leave here anyway
Where two are one and somewhere is everywhere
Which is how when we are here we are there
The trick of it being to learn as we turn
On this blue ball around this small star

A pretty big trick for a star so small
Reflecting on us here to make the moon appear
Everywhere is here and we are as we are
Where somewhere with someone is everywhere
And both of us know what no one need say
Light after light reflecting on the sea
Light after night after light to be
Something to reflect on for you and for me
As something for us to remember us by
We are the lovers as we come near

As we were the lovers who went too far
Around this small star as we are as we are

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 6, 2010, 4:17 pm

The Thing About Love

The thing about love is when we give it
We get it because love grows when we live it

Giving love away is how we get more
Because loving is what we are living for
The meaning of life and reason we live
Who would be lost unless we found
Ourselves in the selves of those around
As we do so we can see our way through
As through each other we know what to do

Love is the way we care as much
For others as us and talk by touch
Why we dare to care and how we forgive
In the process receiving more than we give
As by being better than we are
We overextend ourselves but not too far
And dare to care enough to try
To not be alone before we die
Reaching each other by reaching for the sky

Fear resists love but we feel no regret
When we find we get it as the it we get
Our nights can be long with nightmares and yet
Love is why we dream and how our dreams come true
And love is why I wrote this for you

If there is nothing more than this
And all we have is love
We find all we need in a kiss
To know the meaning of
The infinite embraced within the small
The ultimate in an intimate action
The riddle and the wonder of it all
Explained to our satisfaction

Love is the courage to call
As well as the hope to respond
And in the end love is all
In all continuing beyond
What we can see to be what we will be
Love is the who we are of you and me
Everything we have ever been
As well as all we are
We overextend ourselves but not too far
And those who love know what I mean

However we fall love is how we rise
Love lifts to create what fear destroys
Of its beautiful openly secret joys
Spinning to music the wool of noise
Causing reality to realize
Now and spring from then to bring another day
To find God reflected in each other's eyes
And to see love is why we are anyway

The thing about love is when we give it
We get it because love grows when we live it

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 5, 2010, 6:06 pm

If You Are Lonely Reading This

for Behnaz

If you are lonely reading this
I want you to know
As I blow a transcendental kiss
By way of hello

Still staying though not staying still
Refraining from complaining so
Remaining without explaining
As the only way to go

With the spacetime fabric in between
What was and what is
As I go I come to be
If you know what I mean

Wondering about destiny
Looking for the rest of me
Knowing it will be the best of me
Doing what I do

Drinking at the breast of the universe my mother
Being and becoming and taking my fill
Seeing you and I exist as one to another
Freeing ourselves as we go to come to be

Each confronted by and encountering the other
Wanting to know you wanting to be known
Wanting you not wanting to be alone
Wanting you to know that if you will I will

Having been alive a long time now
Belatedly beginning to
Make sense of life somehow
At least to the extent of my intent

Unlimited but for what time will allow
When unless space knows
Only time knows where it goes
Or where it went

With the spacetime fabric in between
What is and will be
To come to be as we go
Since you know what I mean

If you are lonely reading this
I want you to know
That I am only lonely until
I remember you

And I do

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 1, 2010, 8:40 pm

I Want to Dream Again

on the Fourth of July in the Year 2010

The way it is has never seemed right
And why it has to be this way
Is something I have never understood

Some say it is all a conspiracy
But probably it is more random
Than that as the general tendency
For use to come with abuse in tandem
As yin and yang in unsound equipoise

The weeds grow with the grain
And stronger it seems

When what is bad does well with what is good
And we no longer sing together
Our music in common becomes common noise

Our eyes narrow and as they do lose sight
Of now uncommon common joys
And dangerous changes in the weather
As we lose the light

So I keep to myself a lot now
Remembering what some forgot how
Love is what casts out fear
What we listen for
All we need to hear
What all of us are wondering about

Wondering like me again
What happened to our dreams

Our muddied waters have made clear
We could hate a lot less and love a lot more
Who hear a whisper clearer than a shout
Love is what we listen for

To speak love and to listen empathy
Transcending fear and vanity
And with respect between
To mean what we say a more meaningful way
To know what we mean without being mean
Love is all we need to hear

A long way to go but not too far

Boys will be and girls will too
But we are better than we do
On this tomorrow of our yesterday

We dreamed it would be better when
We dreamed of it before
That now would be along in time by then
That we would all drive flying cars by now
By the way

I wanted to soar
But then we stopped reaching for stars somehow

Stars to aspire to and stars to attain
A long way to go but not too far
For the somehow of now and for who we are
At the time to wake up to dream some more

Time to reach for stars again

I can wait awhile for my flying car
When only weeds remain
Or so it seems
So to say

But once I dreamed of catching a star
And about you catching one too
Wondering like me again
About our dreams
Delay has denied

We feel it in our hearts we know
Our love like our time is tough
Because of the dreams we hold inside
And we have waited long enough
Now to bring in the grain

Time for love to be and do
A long way coming and a long way to go
A long way to go but not too far
To make our dreams come true
And catch a star

I want to dream again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 28, 2010, 6:27 pm

The Know of the Flow

Water and life are one
Each has its rhythms and insists
On these as it wears away what resists
The know of the flow as it goes to show
Though I go I am not alone
As everything turns around
And as I circumnavigate

Life is a dangerous way to grow
Where stone breaks water ceaselessly
But I come to know the flow as I go
Coming and showing and going and shown
What I can see of eternity
And I come to know the go of the flow
Where water breaks stone finally

I ride the tide of being me
Where others who tried were drowned
Alongside others or beside
Myself between one and the other side
Arriving as I do here
To be departing there
Between the going and coming tide

Though I am ice in the sun
Written on water to disappear
Melting upstream like salmon do
Life will do as it does and has done
Proving me as time has proven true
As in its rhythms life insists
To be as it transforms who resists
Who learns the hard way how
Or the easy way how not to

The beating heart of destiny
The sure and steady breath
Of life to make the best of me
Written on water and found
To leave to time the rest of me
One step ahead of death
One step is all it takes

One heartbeat and one breath between
Life makes its rhythms known
In living synchronicity
In everyone embrace makes
It always so it is never too late
Tuning the turnings of everywhere
As everyone turns around
To the meaning of what things mean
This is the know of the flow
Water is my soul

Stephanos stone by stone
A scapegoat for the sin of fear
Martyred to eternity
Was broken to be made strong
Where water breaks stone finally
Shattered to shards through the mirror
Transcending hate to another state
Living right through dying wrong
Past not to be to be
Forever becoming now

Molecules made whole
Into this form you see
From this side I see clearer
Translated into grace
I know the flow I go along
And I am not alone
Water is my soul

I close my eyes and open to be
In sight of the unseen
As water knows even as it flows
In its rhythms to the sea
Undoing what stone has done
What stone resisting also knows
As water carves its canyon
Stone by stone
Till it breaks

Water and life are one
This is the know of the flow

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 26, 2010, 9:22 pm

Reaping the Rainbow

for Sherry

As we sow so shall we reap
They say
And I hope it is true
Since if it is I have already
Reaped the bitter and am ready
For the better to come due

May the promises we keep
Lovingly like seeds of now
Our openness to be and do
Our uttermost somehow
The works of love we do and are
Never fade away

That each spark of our light of life in spring
Ignite its happy ever aftering
To warm hard winter days
When the light is black and white all night
Reflecting and refracting through
From over the threshold of always
If what they say is right
Where beyond the shadow of doubt between
The rainbow is blooming from this side unseen

As we are reflecting and refracting too
Being and doing as me and you
The works of love we do and are
Our uttermost hoping to be as it does
Making it better hoping it stays
Better because you were and I was

I know you know I know what you mean
And if you do not remember
You know I know you know that I mean
To reap April in December
Or after others reap at least to glean
And find myself like a fallen star

It is always the end of the world
Because that is where we start
Where the living end of time lies curled
Like the tail of a cat the leading edge
Of time where what was and what is part

The ribbon we open the present by
As the paradox and privilege
Of those who are and who will be
At the end of the world like you and me
To open the present as we live and die

When all else leaves us love is what stays
Where the shadow of doubt believing between
Reveals the rainbow blooming unseen
Over the threshold of always

I found myself in the map of your skin
Traced through my fingers
And written in your hand
Receiving the rainbow
Blooming because you were and I was

And now I understand
Believing what cannot be known
At the end of the world where we begin
Receiving the seeds of now we have sown
Reaping the rainbow again and again

Over the threshold of always

This is what lingers
Love is what stays

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 24, 2010, 5:17 pm


With what was left of his childhood faith
Which never asked questions anyway
With what he learned at the library
Which always stayed locked up on Sunday
With a reconstructive memory
Which had stood to stand him in good stead

A mindful process a sense of play
Curricula curled up in his head
Approved by the university
Papers in order and filed away
Certified to be one of the same

With these and with his own point of view
Like a letter signed and sealed and sent
By himself with no one else to blame
As continent as he was content
He undertook to take his journey

Beneath and beyond these basic things
He had a sense of his destiny
Of existential entitlement
By which all he had to do was be
And really being he really was

He was curious to be and do
And to find out what things really meant
To wonder about and follow through
If only as an experiment
Was his heart broken or was it bent?

His curiosity gave him wings
He never could afford to buy them
So asking why and answering why
Not put them on and go and be gone
He put on his wings to go and went

And from the perspective of the sky
Up doing what that perspective does
In circular linearity
He looked at life beginning with death
Wondering how it was how it was

From the funerals of yesterday
He had to remember to forget
Since he came to live and they to die
As the way it was without regret
Remember not to forget to live

To forgettable temporary
Things remembered as reality
Which seemed unreal from what he could see
And took all the hope he had to give
Neither proven nor disproven yet

With people chasing themselves around
Without ever going anywhere
Turning without really knowing why
Sad on the silent merry go round
Just after closing time at the fair

Down from up he could see nothing to
Stand out as the only answer or
The only question even as he
Overlooked what he was looking for
And he was uncertain certainly

His curiosity failed him then
Frightened by his nightmare coming true
And feathers fluttered downwind like rain
Since he had soared too close to the sun
Waxed warm in his curiosity

And though he fell hard to the sea when
He fell somehow he survived his fall
Remembered now forgetting its pain
Where washed up on the beach after all
There he felt like he had been and done

He was one of the one and the same
One of the same who could not recall
By himself with no one else to blame
Who wished he had someone even so
To remember his forgotten name

The tide withdraws itself from the beach
Trying the notions of all and each
And he felt his slipping from his hand
Even as he tried to deny them
As if he were learning to let go

The tide washed away his yesterday
But allowed his today to remain
Till tomorrow when it comes again
If it does but with no guarantee
As he knew as no one need explain

And up from down he could see his own
Reality forgotten alone
A long time ago but now to know
Remembered when all else slipped away
Resurrecting like rock from the sand

Tips of spires of castles from the deep
Emerging in the sunset gleaming
Each with a secret within its keep
Sand castles as of stone still dreaming
Dreams of childhood as before
Dreams he would have to live to die for

By the tide he came to understand
As by the tide he came
A castaway to his promised land
Who by his learning to let go
Felt strength return to his empty hand

As the tide returned the echo
Of his remembered name

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 22, 2010, 9:23 pm

Time Out

When all is balanced in equipoise
Time our existential background noise
Is not so distracting then
And we are in less of a hurry

But we know time will come when
It stops for us and this is what we worry
About when time is in doubt

About time then to take time out

To be out of time is to be immortal
Through death or through madness the portal
Of interface the meeting place
Where time becomes interwoven with space

Joined where the woof and the warp of
Reality is woven
There where what is real is proven
Woven strand by living strand
Proven hand by loving hand

To live new laws of motion
To love in waves of the spacetime ocean
Where the music we hear is the atmosphere
Around below and above
Where everyone knows everything is love

To be out of time is a good way to be
But if death or madness is too much you
Can take time out for a moment or two

An interstitial interlude
Wherein you refuse
To choose that which you do not choose
Nor mind being rude
Gleaning the meaning of an untimely mood

From death and madness finding out
A third if temporary way to learn
As we turn away even as we turn
When all is balanced in equipoise

Sometimes it comes through as it comes true
That time is more than existential background noise
As we take time out for a moment or two
Of the silence in the music of untimely joys

Our father who art as we remember
Mother who made us the way we are
We sow April but reap September
Gleaning the meaning of a fallen star
In dry stubbled fields of December

When we are speechless what do we say
To turn and not to be turned away?

Father mother one another
Why we are and why we bother
Now is when we take our turn

Woven strand by living strand
Time to live and love and learn
Proven hand by loving hand
When time is in doubt

About time then to take time out

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 21, 2010, 4:04 pm

A Free Man

Built brick by brick stacked stone upon stone
Timber and timber floor to rafter
Some build houses to live in alone
Like the ones they will die in after

Acting a play and acting that way
People do when they take forever
To mean hang on as long as they can

Packing their things for their holiday
That one way trip they paid their lives for
Passing through on their way to never
Houses on sand then under the land

Possessed of a proper house and grave
I used to be like them but no more
These things passed away but I did not

And though it was dark though it was day
And though it was hard to understand
And sad I still had my soul to save
And remembered something some forgot

Time turns and tide returns revealing
Houses on sand then under the land
These things pass away but I do not

And so I return as a free man
Rising through tears to my last laughter
Like a stalagmite toward the ceiling
Drop by drop from the floor of a cave

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 19, 2010, 11:30 pm

Now is Enough

Let them run till they run out of breath
They will never outrun death

Take this to heart while your heart is beating
You who know but have to try
The way I knew but had to try when
I was now back when now was then

I think this is what they mean when they say
Time is fleeting and to seize the day
But in a universe of now
Chasing it seems to make it worse somehow

Does it go slower when they go
Faster even though they know
Nowhere knows no fast nor slow
As they hurry to get there anyway?

I no longer hurry because
I learned the hard way to understand
Between what I learned and what I was taught
Between what I gave and what I got

Between what will be and what was
Yesterday's tomorrow and
Its image in the mirror as
Tomorrow's yesterday

This is the day to worry about

And less a worry more a doubt
Of other days but what
I think it means is that I mean I
Thought it would be like I thought it should be

And was it? It was not

However it was it is no more
Only the is of now
Is what to be and how to be for
The real to realize

And looking neither back nor ahead
Seeing now is how to find
What is by being now instead
Of going blind before and behind

Sometimes a window and sometimes a door
Never why but always how
The serendipity of surprise
Is how as now opens my eyes

If they want to chase the future let them
Now remembers to forget them
Now is eternity
Between what was and what will be

Now is enough for me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 18, 2010, 7:32 pm

Do it Again

for Erik Anders

All of these years and all of this pain
Must mean something somehow to someone

When it is over what will remain?

One thing ended another begun
Up in the morning to do it again

There is more to life than what we see
I wish I could tell you about it
But I am too old now to explain
Death and would rather live without it

Mortality is reality
More real than the kind we think about
The not to be which follows to be
The reality we drink about

Against which we make up stories to
Try to make ourselves feel better and
Try to justify the things we do
If we fail to try to understand

That we are each an experiment
A miracle and an adventure
And usually a marathon
To go to show how far we can go

We go to show just how far we went
To remember us just how we were
Who if we are not were even so
Who may be forgotten but not gone

And it will mean something to someone
All of these years and all of this pain

When it is over what will remain

One thing ended another begun
Up in the morning to do it again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 17, 2010, 2:04 am

My Special Relativity

I have been lost as I have been found
Without going anywhere
On this turning world I got turned around
Or so it would seem to be
How it all happened and like the way
It was but I believe I see
The answer in the question day by day

My special relativity

To make it real compared to what
I see
To "keep it real compared to what?"
To me

By which I say that if I was there
I was neither found nor lost
But there in my own company
Where relative Rubicons are crossed
Absolutely relatively
A lesson learned at considerable cost

It turns out it all depends on me

To find myself losing my mind and stay
Not found because not lost to find
What everyone else is looking for
Some happiness some peace of mind
And maybe even some love someday
Enough for me and I would ask no more

In my own company
And yet in propinquity
To those
Who enjoy being now
And who would like to see how
It goes
And if we cannot know anyway
At least to see it go

Or maybe knowing is not to know
But wondering why as it is going by
Not knowing but growing even so

Who knows?

To make it real compared to what
I see
To "keep it real compared to what?"
To me

My special relativity

On this turning world getting lost and found
Or so it seems getting turned around
In the absolute hope of destiny
If we cannot know what can we do
But believe in something relatively
And hope that it comes true?

So relatively I believe in me
And hope that you do too

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 15, 2010, 5:48 pm

Like a Wheel

for Timothy Restor

I look tonight to the silent sky
Ember light below and starlight above

All is wonder as I wonder why
I am and if I want to be this way

But the silent sky believes I know
That the answer to my question is love
Will come for me when it is time to go

Love will decide when it is time to move on
Love will stay with me all night until the dawn
Of life through death to life again as day through night to day
My part to play and I will not walk out of the show

As I was meant I am and I will always be
Meant to be here now although not meant to stay
Like a wheel my destination is this journey of me

And turning I am learning to embrace
Immortality as another name for now

And riding this riddle through time and through space
Love will stay with me to show me how

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 13, 2010, 9:01 pm

Mystery and Methodology

My poems are squared away they say
And some ask how I do what I do
Between the now and the now again
What variables come into play
Writing it down and letting it be
As I dream a dream which comes true then
Writing it down to share it with you

To speak of its methodology
Though I am something like afraid to
My poems are generated from
Catalytic couplets as they come
Seeds sufficient each to grow a tree
Each at its right time as each knows when
Time comes for its being to become

Then what follows is the working out
Painstakingly through its prosody
Of how the poem will go about
Causing what causes others to see
To hear to taste to smell and to touch
And by making these sensations clear
Conceive the other another way

Perceived to be received beyond me
Purified to their essential state
Syllables are balanced and counted
Attention is paid to every sound
Into each line each word accounted
For and how lines and linegroups relate
And what is the total of the sum

In the shape of parts unknown is found
How all the parts stand separately
By sum the total to calculate
The shadow play as seen from behind
And how what is becomes what can be
When what is unknown is brought to mind
Through the writing of reality

The specificity of the here
Creates a to by answering from
In the mindful process of finding
By what I do not say and I do
The matters of my mind reminding
From my present to the future you
As from the now to the now again

By saying but not saying too much
Caring enough to say carefully
How the here of an alternative
Universe is a place you can live
Settling in so the dream can begin
An alternative life for awhile
Inviting the other to come in

By not saying and saying by style
Where everything is exactly so
In the execution of the how
As the poem unfolds in the when
Dreaming forever by being now
And always simultaneously
In a dialogue of now and then

I do what I do and do not know
The specificity of the why
As a mystery I do not try
To understand as it guides my hand
To fly blind as it changes my mind
I can only tell you that I feel
My dreams come true as I write them real

But mystery does not like for me
To speak of its methodology

+Steven Curtis Lance

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