Sunday, 25 June 2017

i cannot tell you
how much i love this extra ordinary life,
how much i burst at the seams with gratitude
for the giants with whom i dance. 

(i love in biblical proportions.)

nor how much i love the instinctual way
my hand reaches for yours,
or how much i long to appease your silent fears,
to show you your worth until you feel it
burning in your hallowed bones.

i cannot tell you
how much we have to learn,
but i know where and how it begins.
i cannot tell you how much i love the light
that daily comes nudging me to life,
or the comfort of the moon. or the fluency
with which we speak unspoken languages,

because sometimes 
even the words fail to express the fullness
of a heart.

because to say 'how much' 
deludes one
into thinking it can be measured...


DeneXeneD said...

"How to invent a heart
When from him she was created
There grows nothing but scars
from a fractured bone
in the image of snakes
all hearts stand alone
and are yet so closely linked

Always ahead, always in front
This imbalance, this ever spinning wheel
It preccedes us
We march its trail
Always ahead, always in front
One can drink another's cup of poison
but his lot non may win
one act play

And then, when the thread is cut
the maggots feast on the heart
with no discrimination of it being
empty or filled, lived or lied
Never too much
Never too little
Always enough
verse ends"

timo said...

years and seconds and centuries and a moment