Get close to you

i don't know 

why geese fly south

why the north is cold 

or deserts hot

or cowboys are from the west

i only know

that everyone on this planet wants a rest

from weary travelers

of mind

so long on the road 

so long the caravans laden with boxes

promising

tomorrow will be better,

tomorrow,

down the road,

over there,

in HIS shoes,

or her body,

of if i had that face,

or that corporation's money,

or the military's power,

oh soldier, 

you do!

this universe 

within you

is your resting place

behind each symbol,

behind death and unfairness,

the most unfair bitter taste

in my mouth

is Heaven

look closely, dear One,

come very very close

to this mirror,

get as close as you possibly can,

every freckle, whisker, crevas.

magnify it, open it, take it apart

and see the

space

all it ever

wanted was the awareness of Love

it was your hiding place

from Love

now the cat IS

out of the bag.

The moment you see

your dearest Self wholly unharmed

by any condition ever

is the end of all illusion

the trick didn't work.

magic

is not reality

i don't need a black hat

to hug my bunny

she is already.

Only Love.

Look closely at every hiding place

and you will find it.