art Johann Heinrich Füssli, The Silence, oil on canvas, 1799-1801
silence has found me
its ruthless simplicity
has culled the clutter
from closets
I never knew existed
in the corridors of my brain
has culled the clutter
from closets
I never knew existed
in the corridors of my brain
its unstoppable tide
has drowned the demon
that danced through my days,
demanding:
control, adjust, fix!
has drowned the demon
that danced through my days,
demanding:
control, adjust, fix!
its throbbing roar
has muted the mutterings
of protest,
the pleas for reprieve,
from the screaming ‘me-me!’ myth
has muted the mutterings
of protest,
the pleas for reprieve,
from the screaming ‘me-me!’ myth
its yawning vastness
has swallowed whole
the impostor who once laid claim
to this luminous lifestream:
t i m e
has swallowed whole
the impostor who once laid claim
to this luminous lifestream:
t i m e
its perfect love
has melted all that I took
to be me
in its crucible of fiery
Grace
has melted all that I took
to be me
in its crucible of fiery
Grace
and the receptors in these cells
heard the words
the whole world hungers
to hear:
heard the words
the whole world hungers
to hear:
you are loved!
how could it be otherwise
when separation from your essence
is impossible?
when separation from your essence
is impossible?
be silence
and Know
So timely for me today, Michel... Thank you! "control, adjust, fix"! LOL - Oh yes... :)
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