We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.~ Buddha
Surely loves passion will consume me;
its joyous angst twists and burns
stealing from me the very poison on which I live.
Until
like the drops from a wound that is bleeding,
my soul weeps in your light
and I fall to my knees
to beg of thee
do as you see fit;
for how can I stand in your presence
when you love me so?
I never dared to dream…
for a dream so bold as love
was never meant for me.
I watched alone;
Unchanged and firm -
Stagnant in the night
I grew to hate
and I learned to fight.
Broken I was safe
And lonely I was clean
I would touch nothing
and nothing touched me
but the still of darkness
which brought your light;
didn’t feel wrong
and didn’t feel right.
you are the rain
that washed my soul
you came and you took me
and now i am whole.
Who can I tell?
How would they know?
In this age of wisdom
No one seeks darkness
anymore…