The Stone Institute

Broken

Returning to fall leaves me still.

I see images of life that warm my heart.

Are things made to be broken?

If I show her my heart,

How fragile will my soul be?

I want her to know me.

To what end does this journey hold?

One eye can see but has no depth.

Two eyes can conceive the illusion of depth.

One hand can feel the world,

Two hands held together can touch the heart.

One body lies alone.

Two bodies join to ignite the soul.

Words spoken in thought find no ears.

Listening to another paints a reflection.

 

Where does heaven begin?

Earth seems so distant.

There is no such unknown, only that which is Divine.

Dreams allow my spirit to sing.

The harmony of our union echoes love's return.

Her sensuous touch opens the pathway open to my heart.

Its vacancy filled with my eyes closed.

Silence creates ripples of desire.

 

My heart was rooted in the temples of separation.

Remembering days past reveals the agony of dishonesty.

Why can I not stop the emotions?

Why do vanished days secretly gather without purpose?

Why does the memory of her scent continue to visit my every breath?

Each groove of thought has traces of her touch.

I try to sift through the madness of my past.

What belongs and what doesn't?

 

Why has she allowed me to eat the fruit from her tree of love and creation?

Her garden has beautiful flowers.

Are they nourished by fertile soil suitable for spiritual growth?

She is a Dahlia.

Somehow her presence has sprouted roots.

These strings of life have formed a mesh of attachments to my heart.

Each one fuses with both joy and pain since they cannot be separated.

I have realized the true nature of Authenticity.

It is Loving another.

Perhaps all things aren’t made to be broken?

 

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian, © October 2016

Posted by Kevin Merigian at 10:07 AM
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