The Caress of Existence & Other Thoughts: Poetry

And so the
doorway opened,
The Place of the Heart,
The Pulse of the World
~
I have heard your voice,
silent and chained.
Be Free, Cherry Blossom.
~
I have heard your voice,
beauty displayed is still not free,
Speak your secrets, Victoria
~
Self-destructive tendencies
do the individual a disservice
by effectively cloaking
the Divine within
~
Let us close our eyes
and be immersed in Love,
Let us heal others and ourselves
while lighting a Sacred Flame
~
Enveloped in the pages 
of our hearts
we must ask ourselves
if our stories remain unfinished
merely because we want
to cling to our destruction
because we fear hope
~
With open eyes
expanding ever onwards,
let us climb the pyramids
of coalescent thought
~
Let us be brave enough
to share our stories out loud,
for it is only then that
we will realize there is no
where to go:
Because here we are
~
If there is rapture,
it is found in the nectar
of a jasmine flower
bathed in the light
from a hundred thousand
stars we can imagine
but can't see
~
So many things here,
bright and dazzling,
just to hear existence
caress someone else's skin...

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