My pen draws me back again and again
to ask what is this pensive, sad joy
that overwhelms me and brings me
to tears as I feel this life?
Is it the enlightenment beyond words;
a full and immediate dose of 'what is'
wrapped in such beauty and pathos
that I am grateful even to drink
the poison cup?
I don't know.
But deeper and deeper it goes.
The people, the surfaces, the memories
in an infinite parade beyond description
And I have but to look and my heart
opens in a torrent.
I have to stop myself from gazing
least I lose the ability
to remain focused in these spaces we share.
Least I be bent by such persuasion
that my tears render me mute.
Here, I can only feel, and kneel before it
saying 'yes';
as the fullness of being
pours through me wordless, raw,
immediate, and blessed.
gallagher
11 Dec 2018
Christchurch
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