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the needle is dragging its feet
across the record,
filling the air with rest.
the same kind of rest my forehead takes
on Yours.
there is space between our chests
it is cold, but, nothing here is a mistake.
what music has sung
still sings in this space.
everywhere else on You, i cover.
any place else on me, You cover.
---this holding onto.
---this rocking back and forth.
---a metronome for a song
only love knows how to play.
:::
Compassion
was the first soldier to die;
she walked to the front lines,
dropped the general's sword
with her hand and said, I will go.
she approached the opposing general
and said, I know. We are afraid as well.
We miss our loved ones. We want to turn
our backs on dying as much as you do.
We are tired of being prideful just as you are.
Let us help one another.
she was beheaded by the general
in front of both armies.
as for today,
we are soldiers.
and we remain fighting.
all in a singular war against ourselves
and our surroundings.
the night before the war
Compassion said to the other soldiers,
This war must not be fought with strength
and swords.
This war must be fought with defeat
and discernment.
We all fight this Ultimate War against Life.
When we admit our defeat
and defend ourselves with discernment,
we discriminate our expendable differences
from the essential rootedness of our existence.
And what is essential is this:
We are all fighting against Life.
Let us help one another
navigate a path that is indistinguishable
from our neighbor's path;
If our neighbor admits defeat,
that is when we fight.
:::
can it not be that You
wait still for what is true?
keep still the out-breath in.
wait still to clear the tension.
at the first sight of me.
home return may it be?
a coming home feeling.
collapsing fear at this meeting.
yes, it is as is for me
as it is for You.
beloved, i
wait still for what is true.
:::
an admittance of fear
bares no weight
and carries no meaning
in the presence of You.
it is as if my scent traveled downwind;
at the first smell of my feeling
Your instincts kick in;
the more fearful i am of Your loving,
the more i enjoy knowing
You will make me fall
at the moment of my
catch
capture
and death.
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