i am not.
the flame of wisdom
may only bring me
the illusion of burning.
You are.
You are not this mystery,
You are not this hiding.
i am.
quietly, i become aware of You
as if recalling a dream,
the chameleon of Truth.
You are.
You are emptiness.
You are fulfillment.
i am; we are.
the only taxi to You is Love
and no matter what the body wishes for,
You are the constant chance to Love once more.
(Note: I'm moving all the poems from Poems With Wings into this blog. I'm not going to backdate, but I will probably list the date it was published in the old blog)
3 weeks ago
