This Life (for Peter McKinnon on our 3rd Anniversary)

This Life, for Peter McKinnon on our 3^rd Anniversary
 
I know Sorrow. I know her well.
I watched her turn and cast her spell.
Her wrist flicked out as if to say
‘You do not count, in any way’.
 
And through my life, I’ve stood outside
narrowed circles of ego pride.
The ones I chose did not choose me
naïve and small, I could not see.
 
And through the many lives I’ve lead
with equal measure, heart and head
though understanding isn’t firm…
self-centered actions make me squirm:
I note life’s ensuing Karma.                            
 
You spoke intentions, clear and wise:
my ‘Other’ self in smug disguise.
You forced my laughs and calmed my cries
when emotion ran that river.
 
You mentioned, had I met you first
and had you met me long ago
you doubted we’d have this same thirst
for you and I lived deeper woe.
 
But those same blows have made us strong.
And with each strengthening, our Core
caught Understanding from the wrong
and even won the almost fatal war.
 
We grew our wings, while falling down
for someone said, ‘you can’t fall up’.
Rivers rage fast, but we won’t drown
because we have each other.
 
Three years along this winding road
three years of melding heart to Soul
three years, our rivers have not slowed
three years of making two halves, whole.
 
I know it isn’t merely three.
I know you know that, too.
I wouldn’t change one single thing.
For all those things brought me to you.
 
And, sometimes when I catch your glance,
watch crinkles form beside your eyes
or feel your arms encircle me
I understand I’ve won the Prize.
I understand I’ve known you well
we came upon each other’s spell
for nothing happens, here, by chance:
we’re charged to find Eternity
inside our Here and Now.
 
This life.
This crazy, wonderful, magical life.
YOU.
 
 
 
For Peter McKinnon on our third anniversary.
Love is the language spoken here.