That which looks like it will tear me apart,
- limb from limb -
That is exactly what ignites This fire.
Trying to stay safe,
Cocooned away from that,
Taking cover in ideas of happiness and perfection,
Wanting to love the safe darkness
This tears through the warm comfort
Of a mind that feels content
Retreating into hidden corners
Of not taking part
This sounds like a screaming banshee
Diving into the fires of self-destruct
My breath catches in my heart
That cleaves open the breast bone
Suffering set free to liberate the world
That love rips free this love
And all that is left is the hum
Of being in love with This and That
Sunday, July 14, 2013
The Mystery of the Heart is a secret.
Sometimes it is whispered to the moon,
or a crow.
My body holds the secret.
Never is it revealed to ears that cannot hear, or eyes that cannot see.
The secret of life is a mystery
only to be understood by the deepest self
It is the mystery that calls me;
It is the secret that takes me ever deeper
into the heart of love.
In my most vulnerable moments
I am totally free.
In my mystery I am most known.
In my deepest pain I am most whole.
In my aloneness
I am with it all
Living the mystery
is the greatest secret of all