THE WALKING SUN

There are five layers between us.

The first was birth
The second was childhood
The third was puberty
The fourth was youth
and the fifth is Responsibility

I have seen those five layers…and beyond them:

I see You.

When you walk through the door,
you bring the lights with you…

Archangels come with the jewelry of many suns.

You wear yours so well,
and wherever you seat yourself—

Darkness switches on and off;
because it does not know what to do with itself.

You are my teacher, my Divine Love, my bird, praying mantis…the countenance of a newborn, little toes, vibrant tones of a naked adolescence—and things

that fear not
fear not, know not pain nor the thought of pain:
live and die

with the fire
that knows only how to

how to know

how to love.

You don’t carry any instruments, play any tunes, try to impress, not to impress, say nothing, speak yet voice nothing.

You think without thoughts profound without relaying and all you have to do is show up:

in order to make your presence known.

When you walk into my life
you bring lights with you

lights even cities of jewels could never match neither with skylights, floods, strings nor pools of electrical glitter parading nothing but second-rate renderings of your skin—among boulevards of 42nd street to the skylines of Tokyo.

Everyone tries so hard.

You do nothing.

You come with Angels…

You come with the Sun.

—

To my Gabriel, whose presence commands what is known.

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