Unspoken Word
January 28, 2019
Seek the One Beyond the Veil

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Full Moon at Sunrise

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January 19, 2019
Your Eyes

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it is the universe, instead, that seems the scar.
No blessed vision of light, no offered hand
to squeeze whiter than mine could relieve me,
only the treasure of being with you.
Who cares what the end or beginning will be
when the flower of your fullness is upon me?
What need is there to measure
when the earth reveals its splendor
in the fragrance of the giver
having given me pure wonder?
The sky is always open, the sea forever parted,
the forest endlessly blooming
in the heart of the true lover.
I sing the praises of the Master!

Alone in this unending night,
inching closer to the one
who infinitely woos me into rapture,
I am fooled again
(I cannot hold you, I cannot let you go),
and stand by the side of the road, watching
the wind ripple the weeds and the stars.
Who cares if this universe expands or contracts,
explodes or encodes its mysteries into my cells?
What need have I for knowing
when the summer wind is blowing
through the void black hair of my love?
You smile and the secret of this universe is told,
you laugh and I cannot remember who I am or hope to be,
fly deeper into silence,
discover breath again
and dissolve,
(snow on a nun's breast,
rising, dough-like, to the sun).

Mitch Ditkoff
Illustration: Lisa Dietrich

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