there is a darkness
perhaps inside us all
an impulse
a whisper
the shadow of awareness
yet hidden
giving voice to the unkind
it looks for weakness
sparkling artifice
promulgating
only lies
it couldn’t be more certain
but its ruin is hubris
foolish intellect
the blind spot within
incuriosity
the bloated ego
leading the already lost
hierarchically dependent
rigid, defensive
unable to see the true power
of authentic vulnerability
encountered for just one moment
by love’s inescapable embrace
——
My Sweetheart has always known
Blessed… m(___)m
