are we, yet we use our two eyes like canes
tap-tap-tapping the ground of our being
to see by echo-location
what our blind god does not:
differences

for, the non-seeing, ever-feeling, all-surrounding

One
With
Love

has no eyes for anything but
what we are:
sameness
and filters nought, nor
turns away,
nor stumbles about looking for
nothing real
to worship

for, the all-seeing is Love and
the all-feeling is Love and
the all-encompassing is Love and

blind to all else


c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater

There you go again.  With that smile.  I really cannot turn away from such a smile.  So I smile back.  As our brown eyes lock for but a moment.. Everything is forgotten around me. I don't know where I am, I don't know who is talking, all I know is that my eyes are locked to yours..   This is how you make a dream..  Take that moment and multiply by itself.. That will equal " Me getting lost in you."

Dimpled space
Quotation marked until

Knowledge-
Language
Run out.

Trackless wandering
Star to star

My skeleton is just a bone dry cage
That's trapping all of this expanding universe that is me,
Bursting at the seams.

I wonder if some kind of big bang or supernova destruction could unleash the power that I feel burning in my soul.

What meteors do I have to smash to create something as amazing and awe inspiring as shooting stars?

Do all artists suffer this way?

I just want to explode and create my own entire galaxy
And leave a mark so admirable you can't ignore my beautiful choas.  

Whether I am a star or a volcano or a geyser I will find a way to let it out and I'm going to be as inexcusable as a natural disaster.