Poem: The Lover
By Margit Bantowsky
Tear down this house!
Run naked toward the Moon and tumble down the mountainside in her arms.
Throw away all your straight-jacket dreams of safe worlds and metered days,
your heart has already been broken.
Jump into the fire of this raw, real
present-tense dance,
and embrace it as the divine gift it truly is.
Stand empty, face lifted,
arms reaching up to the infinite arch of the sky.
Say “YES!”
and Life will make love to you,
tear you apart,
give you back your Self,
and change you forever.