I remember the revolutions as if in a single moment I have lived a thousand times. I remember absolution hanging like ripe fruit just out of reach as if it were a crime.
I remember forgiveness in the generousity of abiding Love. In these dreams I have known the antics of the fallen. I remember the fall.
I remember dreaming but cannot recall falling into the world of sleeping. I remember drifting past the still life photographs of deja vu.
Before me lies a strange world Every effort to remember what lies beyond the port is lost to the monsoon winds, washed away in the rainy season. I have grieved the loss a thousand times.
Now, like a shipwrecked soul I wander no more. Now, I have grown tired of making circles in the sand. Now, I give my torment to the sea with the Grace of abiding Love I watch them disapear into the sunset.
I cannot hold the turbulent ocean of days gone by I cannot live in their drowning waters I cannot eat of the lifeless waves I cannot sail upon it's crests in circles hoping the find my way home.
I remember dreaming of far way lands I remember the Love I left behind I remember the calm abiding in the touch of your hands.
I remember the promise I remember believing and if I remember nothing else This Truth stands clear; it is time, I am coming home.