at the thought
"what if i couldn't talk?"
i wholly lose sight
of the benefit of silence
stillness
the still small voice
resounding silence
after the concert
after the storm
in mind
dawn
in defenselessness
without any protection
stories
conditions
my safety lies
nothing can harm it
i let whatever
come
to it
and she is safe
all words
all actions
no harm
is possible
let my door always
remain open
i would close my heart
to nothing
or i am abandoned
to myself
cut off from my very own child/thought
only fear
would close a door
lock out
a child
how could a mother
truly live
with her child
locked out
of her heart?
her dearest Self
cut off
from her awareness
only in defenselessness
can Joy
live
fear
in any form
is
a killjoy
without words
without a mouth to speak
do i really think
God
is
dead?
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