THERE IS NO TUNNEL

In this field of light
We play INfinite
Fleshless and breathless
Beyond all veils
Of limitation.
Absorbed into the Sun
Shattered photons
Pure light.
Coronal flares
Massive
Dancing flames
Unextinguishable.
Finally purged
Of all SELF
Form, now formless
Bathed in SUNFIRE
Drenched in pure light
We cannot be cold here
Darkness has evaporated
And
There is no tunnel.
Only this
Thus remains;
I am absorbed,
I am formless,
I am the field,
I am pure light.
I AM.

THE DAWN IS COMING

Gently, She whispers
Inside the mists
Of wind sighs.
We often miss Her soft hiss
Ever-present
Existing
So silently, Inside
Everything.
Solitude inside the
Patterned Divine,
Crystalline Dream
Mathematical precision
She breathes out in rose blooms,
And IN through tree roots.
Existing
So silently, Inside
Everything.
She IS
ALL.
Covered in dirt
Blinded
She is the WE reaching
Eternally towards the Sun.
And each night
The moonlight
Is Her promise
Not to despair
The dawn is coming.
Listen...
Listen...
The dawn is coming.

In-Between

A poet is always falling in love
Or
Falling apart.
There is never an in-between.
Her mind continuously shatters into galaxies
Her heart is awash in oceanic sunfire.
There is never an in-between.