What is trust but insidious risk
cloaked in a tender blanket of intimacy
until violated;
no return to desirable templates.
Is it instinct to gamble where,
combined with a heart’s deep yearning
for acceptance and the purest love,
we shed peril at the feet of the beloved
to be hoofed aside at whim,
engendering forgetfulness of origin?
None of us remembers the journey begun
before donning flesh and folly to pass a century,
winding back through that keyhole to eternity.
Prior to shaking more fuel on the fire, remember:
the Master comes in many disguises.
“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”
Ben, you don’t know how many times I find myself singing that song.
You’d have to shout, my dear, After all I’m currently in the UK. 🙂
Bela, apparently all that you write lately moves me to tears…I fear a coherent comment is not in me. But oh, I love your words.