Brighter, fresher, taller
Becoming with each passing day.
Fear of loss has melted away,
Left me with this sudden lightness..
So unusual. But hear me out.
After having absorbed the pain
Of your dimly lit world, void of brightness.
The hot lava of your volcanicity
Burning for months, leaving me ill,
Night on night added, no balance
Of sun against shadow, crushing my will.
To learn of your ‘you’
Wrapped myself in your twilight
The colour of indigo blue..
Yes, having absorbed your reality
The relentless viscera of your Being
And mine. But hear me out.
Not really US, or YOU this deception!
A fantasy, countless centuries old,
Walking dead chasing it into the graves,
To phantom reality mindless slaves.
A dream within dream is this world..
Hear me out! It.
‘It’… steps not into Darkness or Light…
Nor echoes the ruinous speak of a body…
Or follows treacherous tales of the Mind’s spite…
Heads fight battles, and hearts seeking peace…
We find our ‘It’ in all this.
‘It’ is not ‘you’, but you are the wholesome ‘It’,
Untouchable, invincible, endless, invisible,
Conceived in the fold of Unknown, in its timeless beat.
Brighter, fresher, taller… yes, and I need
To admire and love both ‘you’ and your ‘It’.
Compassion.. the only point, my brother,
Transcending the Self and accepting each other,
Decomposing ‘you’ through the lows and highs,
The gloom of the gloom, locked in the dungeon,
And the soaring ‘It’, looking up to the skies..
Heart beating, blood boiling, mind racing. Alive!
Within Stillness of Love – all embracing.
You. All. WHOLE. ‘It’ within never dies.