The Silence

May I
See with your eyes
And feel
Your wounds
Your blood is my blood.
May you
Taste my tears
With my own lips
My tears are your tears.
May we
In this seeking
Realize
There was never
Any separation.
May our
Thoughts cease
For,
Wisdom
Is in the silence.
There was never
Any separation.

Fade to Gray

To weave
What is woven
Fade to gray.
To speak
The unspoken
Concepts decay.
All judgement
Is broken
In this stillness.
Time ceases
To be a concept
In this interim,
It is.
In this stillness,
It is.
In the gray,
It is.