Dearest Soul
Dearest Soul. When my mind is quiet, and I forget the blast of definitions of this world (and the low smoke clears... ) I'll free fall ~ down. Down... Past the dragons and the darkness, the briars and thorned hedges (called the old stories). Past the fluttering veils, and the towering walls (of learned defenses) -- into the depths, Where I hear Your voice, calling. (Find Me) Down. Until there, at the bottom of despair's dark well, I catch Your stillness ~ in the mirror. I find You, standing at your moon-milk windows (called my eyes). You take my hand, our first kiss like a babe's first gasp of air. And like secret lovers we'll explore our sacred Being. Its hidden rooms and deep, ancestral oceans ... where dreams thought lost appear again like ghosts. Old pains in nooks and memories tangled, like cobwebs. (And buried treasure). And there, in the dark swells of Your embrace, I finally see... Me. Not harsh words, not...