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
only lies
it couldn’t be more certain

but its ruin is hubris
foolish intellect
the blind spot within
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