No Escape
At a loss for words
When we contain
Everything,
Living itself is
Revelation –
The Great Communion
With all things.
Land in the middle
Of your hating
Don’t move an inch.
Land in the middle
Of your loving
Don’t move an inch.
Destroy all approximations
Of reality,
Be what can’t be said
All the hide & seek
We play, not for a second
Have we managed to
Escape
Life has us pinned &
Brute strength is no match
For the angel of
All encompassing
Invisibility.
