in perfected stillness…
stillness that heals
without questioning
why or who!
stillness that sings,
with every pulse of blood
through bodies worn…
stillness that redeems,
bringing the searcher
to his final destination…
stillness that removes,
the cross, , the crown of thorns,
lays down the shield of honor…
stillness that fills,
the empty cup, the box forgotten,
bringing the lover
to the lips of longing…
spilling his passion
on the fertile earth!
i pray for darkness,
removing all graven images,
the power of the formless
to form again and again…
i pray for darkness,
the moonlit touch forbidden,
the lover’s cry, the wolfen howl,
the mystic taste of that which
cannot be seen… but felt!