Who am I to speak of Love?
Every word I have ever said
Was untrue;
Whatever I thought,
Was wrong.
Each time I make a shape for it,
The shape is wrong;
Always too small, or too wide.
Incomplete,
Or too complete.
Love resists the corale of reasoning,
Infinitely Wild,
Endlessly Free.
Everything I have ever held of it
Was a handful of dust.
To say, “I love you…”…
I will chase your ghost through the garden,
Through all the gardens,
Through scenery that collapses and assembles
In an endless variety of illusions.
I will hound your deathly footsteps;
I will be the one constantly laying
Primroses,
Snowdrops,
Cowslips under your feet.
You want to haunt the kingdom of the Dead;
I will haunt you:
I will be the ghost to your ghost
Wherever you go.
All the…
The Gods are among us now;
Mystery of mysteries –
When we awaken into fearlessness,
Follow love’s instruction
And renounce the triumph of death,
The Gods rejoice;
“Look,” they say.
“You are one of us;
“Another divinity has been born.”
All along, it was growing in you;
Teasing your limitations,
Searing your heart,
When you turned away from love;
Reminding you,
In dream,
In joy,
In the cataclysm of…