photo Sydni Indman
I’ve made my offerings
to the hungry ghosts
of unrequited love
burying my bundle of poems
confessions and sorrows
lifetimes of wishful thinking
anguished believing
lodged in a womb
of generational deceiving
distorted longing
aching for the sun
to rain the return
of an ultimate reunion
with myself
I gaze into Love’s eyes
they say
‘Who are you running from’
as I feel the bliss of witness
a thrashing passion
ripping me to shreds
unfolding in a light
burning through all the masks
ive surrender
preparing to become
the sky
filled with wonder
for the miracle engraved
in each grain of sand
recklessly covering my bed sheets
evidence of the after math
of freedom chasing the echo
who came to warm my cold heart open
only to leave me
naked
before the mirror of time
baring the treasure chest of nectars
my human flesh
dirty gemstones indeed
nothing centuries of
inevitable tears won’t restore
to their indestructible nature
layers of soot wiped clean
patterns of broken dream
harmonize and redeem
dissolving into true loves winds
stirring in the eternal muse
where the Sage lives on
in the seed of every name
spoken into being
dancing me as the wise Beloved
memorizes each of my holy songs
singing me forth in every moment
if I only would
listen
remembering
this perfect note
humming at the root
of ephemeral arising
all frozen meanings
melting and offered
to the roots of the tree
of eternal aliveness
of the Great Love overflowing
upward through this shelter body
yielding the harvest of a lifetime of tasting
the wisdom gathered
from a heart learning to
truly love
again