Before The Void

Intimacy like reverence
roots in metaphor
Soul Heart Mind
Holiness Deep
That whereof we cannot speak
we must pass over
in the silence of a love
that needs no words
Tender sight touch thought
connected as one
before the void
Hold me
Know my mind
Touch my heart
See my soul
and in this holy trust
gather me as the corn
embraces the the giving sun
deep inside
where life in love
and love in life
is born


Zettel 2005