Beloved....

Her love was of black and whites

Of blues and greys

She loved becoming and change

Almost a transaction of ‘i’ and ‘you’

Troubled by a thousand scorpions was her sore soul

It lay in a cocoon now

Where the mind was locked

For fear of feeling pain, she laughed

Her laugh made me cry

So poignant, aswell with the injured heart’s fury

Forgetting to smell the raw in a wound,

To feel the vitality

To imagine the vividness

The heart had forgotten

Now in it lay concrete in the making

A stubborn erosion

An aching cancer

A scar of twenty years

Her fear of being alone

Unloved

Caught hold of the senses

Yet unable to express

Understanding would not come about

What do you do when love to possession to hatred you become

Running the race to the justification of scrutiny

Shall you go to a messiah, a man of silent sainthood

With nectar of truth in his gentle warmth

And see your reflection in the water he holds so calm

Or shall you find the peace which you invoked

Had you ever loved one to the heights of no return

Where your beloved could love you no more

Yet you would love

Why do you ask love of your outer self

Your other will not forgive you

How can you feed your child, your god, with ignorance?

To be broken, yet to bloom was her religion

To keep alive the faith in life

in vitality

the spirit of a wound

Her face stood still and her eyes shone through

The light she had lit within all these years

The tears that were still alive within

Shone in her caramel eyes in the amber light of his office lounge

She sat there typing away

With her hair falling out of her hairnet and loosely over her face

Delicate, yet never vulnerable

Nothing could harm her

Determination had grown steely

It was time’s gift to her

Pain was love and love was pain

The determination was to live

Filling the blanks for all around her

There were only blanks on her page

No full stops though

Her mother had a heart that was so swollen with pain

That she would laugh and cry at the same time

And a dad who got lost

Could you blame them for their lack of strength

Had they ever felt love? Only possession, i shall think

Sheer possession corrupted the soul

A lack of understanding is harmful

Very harmful to the enlightened mind

Yet the love of such a brethren nurtures as well

Yet in such nurturing you shall only grow closer to the material

The hurt you inflict in reaction to such hurt is not justified

Take shelter in forgiveness

It alone is the greatest life giving force that one can draw upon