The Morning Rose

By Bro. Ben Williams

 

It’s simple – but inexpressible

Chambered in the systole

Yet fills the heavens

And settles my soul

 

I see it in your eyes

When the moonlight breaks the clouds

An opalescent circle

Through the avenues of smoke

Rising, upward tides

And pulling inward notes

Of  long-forgotten silence

The silent music

Shining in the void

Even emptiness has a curtain

Where the eternal overflows.

 

And here we sit in silence

Whisper where it goes

The body is our instrument

To resonate the distance

And make the open closed.

 

It wakens in Spring blossoms

And fills the worlds with snows

Every moment lasts forever

With the passing of shadows.

 

Every darkness is revealed -

It is a good, clear vision

Nothing is left -

Nothing remains hidden

When I lift your veil

My hands play your cello

And sweet music is birthed in silence

In silence is the greatest possibility

For the utterance to be heard

And I hear it all so clearly

Underneath your words

Where truth is shaped in newness

And repeated a million ways

Here beneath the stardust

And the parting of the waves.

 

And so I swim your ocean

Where the moonlight shifts and breaks

I hold you in my hand

So my heart speaks

To rhyme with endless blessings

Silence between the beats

As wave on wave drowns me

Buoyantly

Adrift upon your surface

Pulled down underneath

Disintegrated by the sands

Pinched between the hemispheres

Where the two bulbs touch

Where all time meets

It’s the end of everything

Because eternity is endlessness

And the endless loves so much. 

 

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