Light of the Lord

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Holding the line, as if waiting for the light to shine,

remembering the senses,

remembering what the lord said,

remembering how he made me,

while vulnerable and full of shame,

my voice and heart still praise the lord,

my life force surges through my nerves,

as if I was charging my mind on passion,

once the directions die in me,

i will finally close my eyes,

I will finally enter the Lord Shri Krishna,

I run until no eye can see,

how fast, how still and how slow,

until no eye can tell,

about the beat of my heart,

I like circles,

finished stories,

despite the twists and turns,

I’m confident enough to talk slow,

without the fear that my DNA will fear and stop,

because when the pace is correct,

nothing and everything happens,

stillness is restored as if it had never left,

because it never did,

Stillness is inherent in everything,

it just gets covered, sunk and forgotten,

the ocean hides its floor,

yet the floor holds the ocean,

because that is its nature,

regardless of the tides,

regardless of obstacles on its ways,

regardless of whether or not the light reaches it,

the floor holds the ocean,

something mysterious is something unseen,

something we cannot perceive nor grasp,

it emits vibrations we may be familiar with,

but we cannot label them because we do not know,

when the light does not reach the ocean floor

reason is moot because light is inexistent,

I am pursuing the shadow of a woman,

what she looks like is secondary,

what is primary are the shapes my light gives her,

because if i am honest, she will turn into a goddess,

as I shed her tears and blood,

as i soak her into love,

she screams in ecstasy,

she screams in pain,

The world is a woman,

it is the womb enveloping all with qualities,

Those qualities give birth to compulsion, which in turn lead to actions,

without desire, there are no elements,

there is just the light of the Lord,