sound like it comes from personal experience...If so let me say its a beautiful thing when anyone can take the heartache this world gives us to work with and turn it into something beautiful and touching like a poem that foster connection with like hearts.Thank you for your post it touched me.

The sound of footsteps
The creaking of the door
A flicker of light through its cracks
And the eye peering through the open jam
Now pressed under its weight i can not move or breathe
I leave my body as it forces its way in
A silent scream
Heard in the distance
Faint to the ear
Yet heavy on the heart
When it smelled my blood
It tore its way into me
And ate my soul
And now its gone
But yet its there
I feel its eye upon me always
Waiting for me
I feel its hot breathe upon my neck
And now you are here
Gentle and humble hearted one
Rocking me to sleep in the cradle of my nightmare
Offering me sanctuary in receiving your yoke
You assure me
We can pull together and plow through this fallow field of fear and regret
We can beat our sabers into plowshares rather than fall upon them in despair
Thorns removed with thorns
And both discarded into the fire
No longer resting on our laurels of crowns of thorns
My scars appearing as tattoos
Life writing its graffiti on my skin while I slept in the night
Somewhere in the twilight between the bittersweet symphony
And the divine comedy
And under the light of the waning moon
I unpinned my purple heart
Folded up my certificate of victim hood
Cast them into the ebb and flow of the tide
And walked into the sunset
A free man

A teardrop fallen
Deep crying out to deep
In the fathomless heart
Let me drown in your eyes
That i may see
Feeling my way through what i could not think my way out of
Lost in my story
Looking for your tracks in the snow
Need i only surrender my heart to the gravity of your love
It would flow down into the ocean of your presence
Not needing to know from whence i come or go
There is no way to the destination
The destination is the way
Of being
And i hear a whisper in my ear
THIS IS the way walk within it
Love is its own reward
I taste it here
And heaven is all the way to itself

When You Appeared
I Lost My Words
They Fell Away From Me
Like A Stars From The Sky
My Tongue Could Not Say
What My Eyes Alone Cry And Voice
The Brightness Of Your Coming
And The Warmth Of Your Presence
Melt Away My Waxen Heart
All Desire Lost
Left Without Form
There I Stood
Like A Mountain
On The Very Ground Of Which I Am
And I Was Once Again What Was Was Never Before
In The Once Of The One
Creation Without A Cloak
Naked And Unashamed
A Twinkle In The Eye
That Fades No More
A Word That Can Not Be Spoken
Existence Collapsing In Upon Itself
I Remain
I am I
And there is no other

Thank You so much for the compliment! Feel free to copy and paste it wherever you wish. I am new to these forums and dont know how to find threads yet.

I watched
In silence
from the womb of delusion
the whim and wisp of control
it came out crying
gasping for air
and you dear truth
let us dance with the dream of it
until our feet grew sore
and our legs grew weak
and our breathing became labored
collapse we did
and were baptized with powerlessness
drowned in the ocean of our futility
we sank into its sandy bottom
and there found the foundation of our resilience
in patience and trust
with life on its terms
we plead guilty to lose our shame
and touched the heavens
as lightning striking up
from hell below
and lighting up the heavens
and seeing again for the first time
what we closed our eyes to see

Nothing To Fight
Nothing To Grasp
Everything To See
Only Sweet Sweet
Emptiness

absolutely love this

What if we redefined knowing god as an awareness of what is loving in this present moment.
Rather than a conglomeration of beliefs and notions about some foreign deity.

What would that be like?

What would it be like to stop making love into a god and just let our God be love?

Could we let love define itself in its own unfolding ?

Can we let it write itself on the fly?

Can we let its story tell itself?

Letting it consume us.

Abandoning our self to being it?

Fearless

Within our own essence

Timeless

Within our own presence

Fearlessly feeling the feeling of fear of love

And letting it entertain us like a child watching a snake shed its skin

Naked and unashamed

Cloaked only in mystery

Drawing hope from uncertainty

Trusting the process as its happening

Rather than processing the trust…..

Into knowing the end from the beginning before it begins to begin.

What would it be like to feel love like that?

To see what we feel and feel what we see.

Only those with eyes see the light

But both the blind and the seeing feel the suns warmth.

Can we know love from its warmth rather than its appearance?

Without compromising our sensitivity for the sensation

To stay resolved in being loving over an ambition to feel it

To rest in compassion rather than be driven by passion

Allowing life the luxury of taking joy in our being

Quieting us with its love.

And singing us into being

Times when they that are closet to us are the farthest from us
Times when those who are the farthest away from us are the closest to us
The distant heart
Willing to be
Persistent in presence
Drawn not away
By every scent in the breeze
By every touch on the skin
By every taste every sight
Resolved
Impoverished of ambition
Content in being
With BEING itself
As it is happening to be
Satiated in its fullness
A still placid pool
Swallowing up a river of tumultuous sensations

Times when they that are closet to us are the farthest from us
Times when those who are the farthest away from us are the closest to us
Distance of the heart
Willing be
Persistent in presence
Drawn not away
By every scent in the breeze
By every touch on the skin
By every taste every sight
Resolved
Impoverished of ambition
Content in being
With being itself

What if we told time by our heart rather than our watch
What if we put kairos before chronos?
What would that be like if we went with what out gut told us was the right time rather than forcing conformity to the correct time.
What if we really have eternal life
And actually believed it
Would we then make time so serious if we never ran out of it?
Would we still get into road rage when late in traffic?
Would we put the lay trips and expectations on other that make the heart heavy and life difficult about how we expect them to be at any certain time?
Just things i have been contemplating on today.
How our notions and beliefs about time affect our relationships with one another.
Maybe w could allow people places a things to grow at their own rate and in their own season and if we are trusting and patience taste the ripe fruit of allowing them to come into being what life designed them to be which is sweeter than picking bitter fruit before its time.
Sort of like eating a persimmon before its ripe.