Hearts

The simplicity of two hearts,
Both close and wide apart,
Struggles to breaks free from the intricacies of the mind
And freely float out of chronological time.

To reach the temple of love,
My Self guided me to you,
I left my other self behind,
And found instead a Me and You.

You quietly turned inwardly,
And back you came with honesty;
You taught me love can be as strong,
As you and I can make it be.

You led me kindly with your eyes,
To waters running deep.
I followed gently.
You met me in a kiss.

Our kiss could tell
That love was real
With beating of the hearts,
That whispered to each other.

You taught me feelings of joy
I never knew existed,
And stayed with me in times of pain,
Quiet and calm and still.

You showed me you were there with me
When even in the midst of passion,
You argued, loved and hated me,
Lifting me up, putting me down...
The soul of living hearts indeed!

Thank you for laughing here with me
Frowning and being mad,
Crying and getting angry,
Smiling and being happy.

And now, at the end of everything I shared...
That something special about you
Yet once more could not be put into words.
But know that I know it,
And that I love it,
Each day, more and more.

Destiny

I loved you too strong
In too short a time
And had to let you go.
I suffered in silence
At the thought of losing you completely.

There are things one needs to learn
And things one needs to unlearn.
You gave me peace and tenderness,
I shattered your temple instead.

I had a dagger in my heart
For about a day or two;
Too much caffeine, obviously,
And talking without thinking,
And feeling without talking.

Gazing in and mystifying our souls
In the fire of life,
We briefly warmed each other's hearts,
In an attempt to bridge two inseparable worlds.

Oneness

Oneness

The path was laden with truths

I had arrived at light eons before

Yet which were hidden just beneath the surface

Of an ever-transforming consciousness.

The vast sea was serene,

Nakedness surrounding the different shades

Of a luminous sky

Which stood still.

The stillness, in turn, surrounded my soul,

And feasted on emptiness;

A void filled with sacredness

In a body of love.

Pregnant with humanity,

Through the portal of space and of time,

The gods were delivering me

Into the field of the unspoken,

Unknowingly breathing the love of Creation.

I started gazing into the eyes of another,

Hoping to discover my divine essence;

My divine essence smiled back at me,

Then turned me toward the gooeyness of existence.

Your eyes contained your pain,

Your fears and your hopes,

And your energy was touched by the sparkle of solitude.

My eyes contained your pain.

Your eyes contained my pain,

My fears and my hopes,

And in the energy between us

Our senses opened for togetherness.

Madonna and the Whore

You shaped me out of the white marble
That embellished the pavement you were stepping on
And unaware of such self-involved objectifications,
You then pressed it to the ground and walked on.

Constructed in the dark corners of your imagination,
The sculpture came into being
With a life of its own,
But of your very own design.

You did not see the woman hiding in the depths of her horizons 
Nor could you see the child who was scared and crying;
Appearance was what coloured your perspectives
While you tentatively tapped in just beneath the surface of your feelings.

You painted out a silhouette that belonged to a Madonna,
If there was more to it,
Oblivious, you didn't know it;

And oh, the Madonna was in fact a whore.

Little did you know
The whore was made 
Of Light and Shadow
Beams of hope and sheer delight
Reflected on the surface
Of the calm nature of the Human Spirit.

Dry and solid; raw and bleeding

This cartilage of pain

Was cradling inside

A spiral of darkness

Out of space and of time.

It had come back to haunt me

So I went into the tunnel

Following it.

It felt dry and solid,

Yet it was raw and bleeding.

The tears came down my face,

Yet still flooded my inside

With toxic fumes of

Inextricable proportions.

I aired the room

And pretended my breath was that of a living creature.

Little did I know what it meant.

When I went into the tunnel,

I wasn’t meant to come back.

I rather would have stayed

But the light disappeared

And sent me back to a

Miserable life

Of karmic disproportion in a cosmic game.

In the places I’ve been trying to avoid it the most…

I’ve been trying to run away from my life

But it’s found me where I’ve been trying to avoid it the most;

In places of the heart longing to be forgotten,

Where the will does not go, for it has no will at all.

I’ve been trying to fast from difficult emotions

And see radiance in other people’s faces;

I have hidden my own in the veil of Sorrow

belonging to the world itself.

I’ve been trying to hide deep within my heart,

Which closed fully at my entering it.

I could feel it could not really contain me,

For only my body of fear alone was enormous.

And then I had a body of desire, one of rage, one of anxiety and one of lust;

All waiting to be contained.

As a result, my heart went on strike

And stopped beating.

Seconds later, my long, deep breath brought it back to life.

And that is how life found me in the places I’ve been trying to avoid it the most.

Longing

Oh, you fiery longing,

Where do you start and where would you stop?

I am chained by your embrace

And you are too far outside of me...

I am longing to have you back inside of me,

You, longing...

Outside is too far away and I cannot reach the unreachable...

I have seen projections of my love

On all the trees of life itself,

Yet I cannot find my way

Indoors, in the heart of the path...

The heart is soft and tender...

Maybe I can gather myself

By pulling fragments of my self together.

But then, oh, there's nothing there...

Nothing to gather.

It was all an illusion.

Including the longing.