Tuesday, March 4

fumbling for You

this life, He tumbles over me
with the might of the unforgiving Sea
and while i fumble over that melody
that the Lover hums
It is I that has succumb
to the pangs of a violent love
how this love, it absorbs it all
swallowing the sun
dissolving day into night
leaving only the stillness
of a world asleep to its own sound
time is lost to You Love
and mind is unhinged from its godly throne
As I remain
in the endless Presence
of You who is the All

(painting by Jack Haas)

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