I compare myself in the now 

to two people only:

Me yesterday, and me tomorrow. 

none other.

Greater than the past, less than the future.

Something to look back on with satisfaction;

Something to look forward to with eagerness.

May my life be characterized 

by an ever-upward ascent —

and if I reach the top of this mountain,

no, I won’t plateau —

I’ll sprout wings and fly ever-higher.

possessed am I by the flame,

such that this life has become an ecstatic dance.

I’ve no choice but to move as the Spirit wills–

I’ve no choice but to flow with the infinite 

that forth spills.

but I’d give myself willingly,

for yes,

even if the flame consumes me,

The Phoenix is reborn with e’ry dawn.

so yea,

I’ll shine on.

who do I need to show up for me,

but me?

why clutch another for warmth,

in a cryogenic chamber of affection,

when it’s my right to step into the Sun,

clearing the fog,

of its deception?

I thought I saw in you my reflection;

but there was more smoke,

than there was mirror.

and now that we’re apart,

never have I seen clearer.