To Unbreak the Broken

At the point
Of breaking
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.
My breaking
Halts
I fall
To my knees.
It is here
The earth
Beneath
My bruised legs
It is here
Face buried
In bloodied hands
It is here
That I decide
To unbreak
The broken
Inside
This self.
It is here
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.

THE EGO ROPE

The ego rope
Around my throat
Chokes
Epiphany
From my tongue.
The ego rope
Sedates
The mind
Proverbial hindrance
That causes
Us
To align
With
This or That
It matters not
Which side
When sides
Are fictitious
Lines.
Thus,
The 'I'
Today
Must decide
To cut that rope
To shred that rope.
Lest
The 'I'
Remain
Inside
Lines of demise
And disguise
Unrealized.
Lest
The 'I'
Remain
Aligned
With
Lies.

Broken Bricks

She births
Vision
Unleashing certitude
New sight
Former formidable
Fortresses
Crumble--
Broken bricks
At her feet.
In this waking
All that was
Falls apart.
Former fallacious
Fears
Implode--
Broken bricks
At her feet.
A myriad
Of realities
Coalesce
Some regress
Some evaporate
Most meld.
This vision;
This birth.
In this waking
All that was
Falls apart--
Broken bricks
At her feet.

Never Acquiesce

I fell
Sobbing
Into arms
Of malice
Never acquiesce.
Yet,
This complex
Complex
Extravagance
Ignites
Pure flight
Never stagnate
Yet,
We exist
On the frequency
We emit
It is
Thus
So.
Thus
I cease
To fall.
Never acquiesce.

This Yearning

This yearning.
At the center
Of the visceral
Pulsating
Furious
This desire.
To hold
And be
Beholden
Betrothed
I am
At the center
Of your visceral.
In liquid lullabys
I wait.
In lavish liturgies
I submit.
Pulsating
Furious
This desire.
I am
At the center
Of your visceral.
This yearning.

Beyond the White

Beyond the white
Is the all
Beyond the black
Beyond the fall
In vespers
Whispers of
Visceral vigils
Emancipate
The formerly
Subdued
Pure energy
Consciousness
Imbued
No longer
Hidden in the
Night
Yet,
Beyond all remnants
Of all light.

Beyond the white
Is the all
And
We all
Deserve to be
In that space
In that place
Beyond the black
Beyond the white
Beyond the night
Beyond all light.
It is here
We finally
Hear
Our original
Voice
And glimpse
Our original
Face.

The Source

Paralleled paradigms
Gradations of gray
Infinite folds
Incalculable vibrations
Patterns of thought
Interlaced in
One mind.
So why cannot
We find
The point
Beyond
The fight
The essence
Beyond the light
Where
Transient conundrums
Melt
Into the Source;
The single point
Of everything.