A word on fear:
“Ashes to Ashes”
Two black coals
nearly spent of flame;
my eyes can’t touch
the Shekinah Glory without disintegrating
into feather ash.
Fear is the fire
that causes the near
silent conflagration.
A word on love:
“Can You Hear Me Now?”
How do you set an intention
of growth and abundance
without growing abundantly?
How do you set an intention
of trust and willingness
without being willing to trust?
How do you pick a rose
without risking thorn and scent?
How do you set an intention
of creation without being
besotted with the newly created?
How do you set an intention
of a twelvemonth of self love
without falling in love with yourself?
How do you set an intention
of Wholeness
without there already being
a melody of Oneness
playing for all?
Listen,
your whole heart
is playing
Now.
