Mirage of Mistakes

Of all the religions and spirituality to have known and lived, the expression of the open flow of Love was never untrue; never misguided; never wrong.

Love is always the truth.

Once, I was

out with lanterns
looking for myself

and through love, I was found.

*

Our eyes followed the river
compelled with power
unstoppable to the sea

down from higher ground
cutting rock and trees
always shifting

all day, our bodies
soon had to stop,
to rest,

but the river
still flows on
without us

*

Storms gather over the Great Lake, making landfall during the night. Blowing rain brings branches and debris first to my window pane, then to my dreams. I wake just beyond myself, taking a few moments to return.

The mistake has always been thinking there is only one marriage. The mistake was believing that only one writes the vows, only one can hold it all. That is romantic and there are a million love songs to prove it. What about the vow for every season? Or the vow enjoined deep in the wordless lake?

So maybe this is 4 a.m. shit.

But maybe, I'm not mistaken
and I never was.