Last Sound

What will be the last sound she hears

Will it take her fear away

Will she even hear it

Will it even matter

Will it come from me

Where will I find it

It never came before

 

always not there

 

It must come now

It is our last chance

For me to be heard

and

 

Her

 

to

 

 

hear

 

how much

 

I love her

The Death of Ego

Standing alone
Crowded by the nothingness next to me
muffled by the silence
smothered by emptiness
lied to by a truth born in darkness
exhausted by the pace of stalemate
torn by calm stillness
Shredded, deafened by the
quiet of nothingness

Such is the death of ego.

Grace

 

 

She haunts me no more.

She finds my heart.

Solace

She brings to it.

Not stifled by the temptations of fear.

Her victory knows no such salvation.

Her’s is Grace

and her Grace is Truth.

Her Grace is Love.



Two Roads

Two roads ahead,
One wide
One narrow.

I thought long and hard
and chose the narrow.

Then thought left me;
heart at my side,
with tears of joy

I chose the wide.

No Loss

Trouble me for my mind
and there is no loss;
for I am in thought.

Trouble me for my heart
and there is no loss
for now I am true.