English Poems
Almost
Something healthy takes place
on the playground of identity,
when WE become(s) impossible
while life gains importance.
A life without YOU within life
makes YOU obsolete.
YOU AM WE.
The last drop of hope drunk by reality.
Intestines full, fed,
fed up
with souvenirs.
with things of much weight once,
now trembling with the notion of almost gone.
Almost done.
Vast emptiness of no-thing(s) to lose
frees within me all WE
that you needed to be.
a life with no importance at all.
Nothing Really
Fragile fertile words of
weakness
floating towards my being's
softness.
Dizziness
moving through fingers, lips -
tiptoeing truths on whispering wings of banalities.
Love
is like finding a sea shell
on one of these rainy days.
You would understand if you listened to what I said:
"I will not fall in love with you."
You don't fall in love.
You are it.
I have.
Space
As I close my eyes
I find only open space –
so endless is your love
that it breaks open every
dark corner in my cells to save me and bring me home.
You are the destroyer of darkness,
the saviour of streams floating
down and up and around all things
to find
only you.
So much have you become the love
we were embracing on that dance floor of
The One,
that everything soaked in you
turns into pure divine joyful
nothing-ness...