to make
a clean get-away
from this messy thing called love.
to crash the car of eros,
so out of control,
and walk away unharmed.
ha! so much arrogance!
i have done all of this damage myself...crashed glass,
said those unthinkable words,
remained too long unrepentant
and unforgiving,
and sat, like a fool, in judgement.
oh, what a shame and a late hour
to discover myself as that unhappy judge.
the wounded one in me
will never allow me to be happy
but will always sit apart
with her bowl of justice
to throw some sorrowful and withered petals in the air.
the wounded one in me
will fight hard to keep the darkness.
rage against the light.
she will hold fast to the veil which would reveal the truth,
if i would but stand fast,
and with total courage,
finally declare
the will to be at peace.
what happiness have i in this
broken world of lie?
the temporary joy of days...
no! i ask not for this happiness.
of houses, family,
the myriad distraction of a false world.
i ask for the sword of wisdom,
the wound of love,
the kiss of death to awaken in me
that peace which passes understanding.
the silence of space between incessant thought.
the sweet pause of being complete with what is.
nothing more.
the sacredness of silent bliss
in this messy thing called life.
this is a sad one..
ReplyDeleteisn't the quest for silence one of the causes for the mess?
instead of using silence as an end goal, it can also be used as a tool to direct proper thought..
balance..
you got it! the quest for silence invites noise! but we, most of us, still "try" for it. it is sad because there is a knowing which is totally not recognized, not seen, veiled by the concerns of the ego... until we have so much suffering that the ego buckles under the weight of it, and collapses...or until we use enough tapas/fire/determination to clearly,persistently and lovingly push through to the other side> i sense that love is the key here.
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