meditation (revisited)

There, in the eye,

Love’s figure, fissured

by colours cryptic, satiating,

whispered Wisdom – the Calm under millennia,

reaching out, with a tenderness that can’t be borne,

the Loving Gaze through blood stained windows,

the Gentle peeling of inside tattoos

(tendrilling mercilessly around throats),

that He incises

into His heart

 

 

 

20 Comments

  1. This is wonderful and beautiful poetry Vanessa. I agree with Gina, there was a lovely peace after reading this and there is so much between the lines. It made me think of humanity and how we need to work to help others with their pain.

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