“Unending Love”

“Unending Love”

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

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shellet xie – yin yang – pressed flower art – balance

 

“Madness”

MADNESS

Hopeless bleeds
Haunts shadows
Mind loses calmness
Raw bones stripped clean
Grinds the deadness
Shadows in the dark
Pretend fear away

Unsuccessful the voices
Breathe stolen images
Nightmares’ leftovers
Circle around
Before the grave
Quiet the sound
Words echo
When spoke aloud

Lost in a mine field
Blood explodes
Owns the end
Sanity rejected
Sucks down
The rough terrain
Rips life away
Shreds existence

Dread madness
Releases uncertainty
The light surrenders
Anxiety overwhelms
Fear’s strangers
Aloneness within
Consumes Universe
While Nothingness holds court

© jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015

“When it’s over…”

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

― Mary Oliver

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