Psyche Is the Cave

Our psyche is the cave with all the jewels in it, and it's the fact that we're not letting their energies move us that brings us up short.  The world is a match for us, and we are a match for the world.  And where it seems most challenging lies the greatest invitation to find deeper and greater powers in ourselves. (Joseph Campbell in An Open Life)

Cupid:  What up, dude?
Psyche is beautiful, accomplished,
Right there in front of you,
Loves you.
You love her,
And you damned well know it.

But mother says, "Mess her up;
She dares to know
She is beautiful--
And perhaps more so than I."

And there is Cupid,
Caught between his women.

You know the story:
Beauty and the Beast,
Phantom of the Opera,
Your damned evil mother in law.

You know the story:
The one you love,
The one to whom you give every gift you have

Punishes you for the unmasking
For that vulnerable moment
When you occupy that sacred space
And know eternity.

You wait
Because waiting is your gift.
So is the loneliness
That comes with it.

You know it.
You go that road,
It hurts and it must:
You are the inward experience of the human body,
And you are willing and able to wait.

And love comes
In its own goddamned time.