Yielding

Can you feel the  vastness?

Within the space behind your heart?

Do you fill it?  Distract from it?

Does it ever go?

Can we fill this hole inside of us?

Or do we just sink the sinkhole ever deeper? So somehow we dont feel it until a little quake brings hot, foaming lava to the surface,

confronted with a raging fire we run and douse the flames, until it solidifies into a dark scar upon the surface of our heart

But scars are defences

And defences can be toppled

That vastness sits there... calling for you

calling out to you

in a voice of longing

longing and loving

Loving to the very core

of that hole

in the space behind your heart

That voice calls softly

building to a crescendo, a roar

so powerfully that it shakes the foundations

the hole is open

bared wide open

waiting for you

With the same love you may embrace your lips as you pass more food into it

the same love you embrace your eyes as you watch more violence on the television

with the same love as you listen to vitreal being spilt from the radio

But why do we run away

run so far away

hiding from our true Self

hiding from the place where love is unconditional & ever flowing

like a fresh, babbling, clear mountain stream

able to bathe all the parts of ourselves in the clear waters

The parts that shame us

the parts that provoke hate

the parts that we wish we could swap

So yield...dear one

yield to the hole

to the vastness

to the void deep within

where all the secrets lie

where there are no secrets

becuase everything is perfectly imperceptibly imperfect

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