I used to fear darkness and
silence for what they might reveal
(maybe, about myself)
I trust that quiet and yearn for
it to settle dissonant moods.

Stop all the clocks
to find the stillness
where rat-race living ends
and real life begins as
vision clears.

Is anything more lovely
than the sights and
sounds of love?

Warm teardrops from the sun
awaken the beauty of that
which sleeps in wombs of
every kind of earthly mother
before she gives birth to
her newest star.

raise your pen and write
irresistible words which
will tell of when
time itself stood still on
your borderland of worlds.


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