THE SURRENDERING

I am.
My tears
Contain
Galaxies.
Crystal prisms
Encase
Clustered brilliance.
Silent flow
Unidentified
Rhythm.
I am
The no-thing.
The all.
I am.
This is
The such-ness.
Mental prisons
Are bastions of mental strain
Blasted
Wide open.
This surrendering...
I am.
Eloquence
Loses words.
For
There are no
Words
For this such-ness.
And it is all
So beautiful.
We are all
So beautiful.