Lately I write more and more poetry....some of it to be set to music shortly. But here is a musing..from tonight, as the blue evening falls on top of Los Angeles and I am wishing I was in London.. and feeling a little confused in that Russian way that I am still beholden to.

Un Moment Perdu
(written/channeled June 24, 8 PM, venice CA)



and so it grabs me
this unspoken longing;
although i have studiously avoided
naming it lately, and
it has been dormant and acquiescent
suddenly it is right here
in my chest
fighting every breath I take.

I know it's only for tonight
the blue evening beckons
and I need no anesthetic
because I have learned to welcome
this pain of being alive
and wanting, somehow
to be a part of you.

It is the trick, isn't it
to love without holding
to sing without a sound
and be without attachment.
But there is air in my lungs
even though it doesn't feel at all
like I am breathing
because I inhaled a long time ago
and you are the breath
I am still holding in.