To the reader

Some thoughts, I cannot keep.

Thursday, September 6, 2012


I went into that sacred place,
that glowing strand of soul in me,
and asked my quiet self
if I had understanding.

Like a rolling wave of grief
that crashes on Love's shore,
my secret self gave no relief
and I was afraid.

Fear made my hands closed fists,
and my mouth was an open scream,
things poured into me from the world
that had no meaning.

I listened to that fear rage
like a gale that breaks buildings
and I shook until I was broken.
Again, there was silence reigning.

Only then my glowing core,
that is me at last and was me before,
smiled and said, "You will fear no more,
and you have understanding."

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