Emotional to the point of rationality
There truth lies in its kernel
breaking
to reach out
and ’round
holding a centre which lives in the chest.
That centre there raises a Flower
filled to the brim for those who surrender
as in from the back
something stirs in the stream
at last!
the waters flood in
to the widest tide
rich to the Flower which knows
of the Love held in surrender.
S.
Pass through, as ease to some it seems
and loss-release of lives lived hardly
in search instead of softness.
Forth from softness only love may spring
grounding tender darling dreams
where scars guard wounds from rupturing themselves
gushing inward, streams of being
stitching marks unhurt
and born of boundlessness and trust.
I found myself in the love you
would not give me;
like the smallest bird on the branch
which only sings its vast song
if left unobserved.
Notes From Afar 