June 10, 2005

Into Waiting Arms

Each time we awaken
it is into the arms of unknowing.
Not once and for all,
(according to the program)
but serendipitously...

Always present, abiding patience,
it holds us up.
Deeply awake or fast asleep,
unknowing love allows,
and respects, both.

Never coming or going --
the vibrant stillness,
a silence so musical --
it dances and sings
in our communion.

Impersonal and detached, yet so
indescribably intimate.
Closer, so much closer
than birth and death,
than breath.

The coolness and indifference
of the stars,
but how warm they are
(within us glittering)
in a broken, silent heart.

Akilesh

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