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