Edge of the night

Whisper of Love by Francisco Ceron

Come...

Fill the chalice of my ears
with the divine wine
of your voice,
before the day
that felt like years
end with a note
of silent noise.

-Uththara-

Small Talk

How have you been?

Where have you been?

Are you lost yet?

How much have you given?

How much you have gathered?

How much more you want to pile up?

How many piles you already have?

Haven't they come to look like a skyline

of a richly polluted modern city?

Haven't you always loved those open rural fields?

Aren't these piles blocking your view? Your perspective? 

Does your branded pair of glasses work?

Haven't these giant monuments made your chamber of life

a little too cluttered?

A little too dark, damp, and dusty?

What are you trying to fill?

How big is that void? 

Maybe you have forgotten

the one perfect place to look...

Begin with you, within yourself.

Reach within, peep within, deep within you.

Give a break to all

that you wanted from outside.

Search within,

Now that 'without' has gotten you here,

after that long, exhausting marathon,

Now that it has made you this breathless...

Don't give up. But maybe, 

maybe it's not about running.

Maybe it's when you stop and take a long breath

that you find how big your heart is

Maybe it's when you exhale that breath

you begin to see the mist cleared,

the piles, fallen to the ground,

clearing, broadening your view;

A paradigm shift

from "Things matter."

to "Nothing matters."

Open your eyes, to look within.

The treasures you yearn for

are buried deep in your soil.

Dig deep, exhume your soul

Once buried alive.

It wouldn't be this hard to find you then,

that light will guide me

right to you.

-Uththara-

Artwork: Michael Oswald https://www.bymichaelo.com/gallery2?lightbox=dataItem-jp9ay4qz