I speak what can not be spoken of
In the dark about being in the dark
Ignorant of being ignorant because I was ignorant
Like a blind man painting a picture

They told me but i could not see it
They showed me but i could not hear it
Trying to feel with the mind
Rather than the heart of mystery
Covering the world with leather
Rather than wearing my shoes

Writing songs about what can not be sung
On the tablature of silence
Song sung blue at raptures door
Laughing at the paradoxical travesty uncloaked
The turning of my tears
Inside out
Crying at what is not sad
Tears of joy

Bursting into laughter at what was not funny
Liberation in the catastrophic
Entertaining the heart with disillusionment
The hurricane came
And the wind blew down all the walls that kept us apart
And we laughed like an insane man
As we embraced one another
Our hearts left lighter
Robbed of our certainty of the universes malicious intention

The grave became the womb
A doorway into being
Beautiful in unbecoming
Like rust that distinguished a fading antique
Its value in its impermanence
Revelation of worth found in loss
Appreciation released in the bittersweet symphony of disintegration
And the music of my weeping suddenly became melodious

And now you have burnt all my bridges built for me behind me
And their flames light the path before me
Break me to make me
A masterpiece now
The art of precious scars
The love that broke it mended it
Like the spirit of Kintsukuroi

Nice poem .

Nice poem