Silent Musings

Have you fallen
into your heart today
to find the Gift,
the pact
the Beloved has made between us?

Let us surrender into devastation
piercing past promises
leaving behind and ahead
emptiness and fulfillment.

You may be wondering,
what is
that expanding chasm
that fierce yearning
that burning peacefulness?

It is You
it is Me
and it is her Gift.

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Seeking Light
we enter
hoping our journey will be short.
To our dismay
the Tunnel is vast
infinite in length
in breadth
in its twists and turns.

Sooner or later
we are no longer certain
we are headed in the right direction.
But now it’s too late
to turn back and find the entrance.
We find only Despair.

Where is the Light
at the End of the Tunnel?

When all hope is lost
only then
do we realize
there is no Tunnel
no End
no Light to be found.

There is only the Dream.

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Why must you pick the flowers
that already belong to you?

Steal them away
to make love to an idea.
In your attempts to preserve a moment
you destroy me.

I die as the blade strikes.
I die as the sun shines.
I die as the bees pollinate.

No matter what violence or love
pierces the moment,
death cannot touch me.

Will you pick the flowers
tomorrow?