
It may seem a secret to you,
My love, that is.
A moon you look for in the
Night sky.
And unbeknownst to you, it’s there —
A new moon in the heavens.
It’s like looking for the sun at
Night, or water in the desert.
My hint: it comes from deep inside —
At first, you mightn’t find it directly;
Just the before-and-after of its passing.
My love is your love,
The foolish urge, unquenched by a
Disconnected society,
To skip and sing,
To laugh when a bumblebee tumbles
From a flower too delicate
To accommodate its fat ass.
The deep sigh of satisfaction at a
Gust of wind, a beam of sunlight
On winters morn, the smell of wildflowers
And grass in early spring.
These are the manifestations, the
Ever-changing before-and afters
That you hold onto so frightfully.
But… eventually, you will let go.
To be with the Source of it All
In direct experience.
Without questions, and full of
Wonder.
Full of trust in the
Miracle of seeing it clearly.
More glorious than silence,
As graceful as the cores of stars
That spin in dimensions of plasmic light,
Whorling in the space of creation
Purely for your pleasure.
And, yes, pleasure indeed it is to love you.
To hold you close
And to let you go —
The way a cloud loves its rain.
So go deep, further, farther than cacti roots,
All the way in.
Tell no body of what you find —
But laugh it brighter; it was there all along.
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.



Comments (1)
Wow beautifully written.