I can compare you to a plain wooden box,
Worn by the years and the weather,
and left unnoticed, by me and others;
Until for a reason I cannot grasp I am compelled to open you.
Your radiance flies out
And is upon me.
I cry out and split open.
Is this how it is with saints?
A saint walks amongst us and we do not notice.
Only a few people lift the lid.
Remember what the spiritual teachers say:
Real life is within!
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Do you exist inside me or outside?
This is a question I cannot answer.
My eyes are closed
and I know you approach.
You make no sound
but my arms open and they begin to tremble
with a love of caressing you.
There is a stream of loving thoughts that I swim inside
and I fall out of my sleep straight back into its current.
Sometimes my words flow fast and urgent and sometimes slower.
Only your kiss makes me silent.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC