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.

Ceasing

The raindrops
Were my tears
Cascading.
The sky
My breath
Flowing.
I opened my heart
And
Oceans danced inside me.
Death ceased
To be an ending.

At Your Feet

At your feet
I lay
Anguished
Embattled.
Rogues, we are.

Mercy,
Spare me not.
I,
The not
Of the fooled lot;
The many.

Spoils, thus, rot
In vanquish.
I weep
Internal symphonies
Until
My liquid lullabys
Cease
And hush.

You,
Only you
Can soothe.

My beloved,
Yet, soothes
This terror.
The collective
Forlorn
Yet, unaware
Of their treasure.

At your feet,
I lay.
Crystal tears
In eyes
That have seen
Too deeply.

Abysmal waves
I seep
Such
Sorrow.

At your feet,
I lay.

At you feet,
I pray.

I am.

Mind Corridors

Mind corridors
Walking in silent
I delve.
Each one of us
Passing the other silent
Vigilance
Hyper
Yet,
Passive.

All persons passing
Ephemeral
Each but a thought.
These thoughts
Temporal
Each here
In our reality.

This mind
This matrix
Unbind
The correlation

Each person passing;
A portal
To the divine.

Each person passing
So beautiful
Let us
Not
Pass each other
Blind.

Soft Catharsis

I sought your face
And found my own.
Soft catharsis
Seeking
Supple souls.

I sought your breath
And found your resonance
In my lungs.
Internal kingdoms
We breathe as one.

I sought you
In your entirety
And in
This essence,
This soft seeking
I surrendered.
Thus, this seeking ended.

Now seeing
Beyond that veil
Soft catharsis
In my lungs
Internal kingdoms,
We breathe as one.

The Pier

I waited at the pier
With hopes
Of our meeting
Only to find
You were
The pier, itself
And I,
The waves
I gazed upon.

Tattered Wing Angels

I remember
Now.
There was
In the interim
Of the becoming
That hellish void.

To unfold
Is to become.
To become
Is to return.
And I remember
Now.

The remembering
Unfolds
In delicate crevices
Meaning imbued spaces
Above and below
Between and outside
We strive in diligence
Glide,
Perhaps.

Tattered wing angels
We glide,
Perhaps.

Beyond measure,
This remembrance
Tattered wing angels.
We are
Beautiful
Yet scarred.
Seared with pain
Yet,
Soothed with the salve
Of the unmanifested
Bliss
Beyond
Sound.

Tattered wing angels
We are
Beautiful.
I remember
Now.