Manhattan
And Polyamory
Share much in common.
Stack those lives on top of each other:
High-dimensional jazz.
May the eyes of grief
Find me in the subway
When I am in highest joy:
Timelines overlapping.
May I access the emperor
Archetype who has lived all lives before.
Has been the wily seducer
The love-drunk rogue
And the heartbroken maiden.
May I feel humility
If I can’t bring the energies of Manhattan into resonance
It’s outrageous even that part of me wants to
The piece of me that is sad about the disjointed faces on the subway.
Is it sad because I can’t harmonize them yet?
Yet.
This is the seduction of the path of the light worker.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 