the Empty, two

What is the reason to Live beyond living?

to Love, and what else?

brought forth in

holding another

in the space which is one’s own

– quiet, or empty

as only the empty may fill

with what springs from those thousand streams that I followed

until I found You

alone in our silence

as your eyes alone, lifted

what’s empty in me

so it may wrap us up both

as we fill it

up to the brim

and beyond


with those things life could never contain

but for a moment

which ends in eternity

with the thousand springs which feed this void

– joined Oneness.

For A.

The Surgeon

How is it then

to choose to live anew

and so severed must your world of now become?

I am no surgeon

but I stitch

pieces I know to be true

into the whole-new

(dripped in my own blood)

where harm is removed.

The whole-new

out through existence being

becomes the surgeon –

the felt bestowed a tool to carve

the harmonies of the heart.

How is it thus that worlds are severed

so that new ones may emerge.