The night burns with
a fire -
from a billion
distant
stars.
Yet this heat rises
from your merest
touch.
The day is alive with
the suns brilliant
passion.
And yet I am blinded
by your briefest
glance.
There is nothing small from you.
With a blink of your eyes
our worlds collide -
And I am left
unmade.
There is nothing hidden from you.
You find me in the ash -
and wish me as
a diamond.
And I am left
to shine in
your
hand.
a fire -
from a billion
distant
stars.
Yet this heat rises
from your merest
touch.
The day is alive with
the suns brilliant
passion.
And yet I am blinded
by your briefest
glance.
There is nothing small from you.
With a blink of your eyes
our worlds collide -
And I am left
unmade.
There is nothing hidden from you.
You find me in the ash -
and wish me as
a diamond.
And I am left
to shine in
your
hand.
~
It's this love - the undoing of the ego, being left unmade and formless and to only give shape again against a form held in the stillness of a moment - it's this love that gave rise to the earth and stars and distance worlds. It's how we came to be.
Peace,
Eric