three times i knocked

1.

To love is to roll away the stone
standing sentry to our hearts,
our deepest yearning to set
free the impossible

we have already overcome...

when the darkness meets the light...
and the candle meets the moth
in the unseen arms of the Beloved

There is no Other
but the stories of our lives..

2.

Them

Without them,
there would be no us
there would be no answer
to the question
who Am I

there would be no relief for the injured
no bandage for the wound
no embrace for the weary
wayfarer's heart,
no touch of ecstasy for
the longing in a Lover's breast

no one to bury
the dead nor mourn with the
living,

no one to become wealthy
for all that is purchased and all that is sold,
for all that is paved with gold

the pearl would stay hidden in its shell
and the throbbing neck unadorned,

the diamond uncut,
the shining soul,
unseen

3.

Three Times I Knocked ~ No One Answered

Three times I knocked

I was the unforgiving child, cast out into the cold and fearsome night.
I was a beggar lying on calloused belly, just one crystal tear please.
i was Jesus bleeding at the sight of nails.
I was Paradise dragging its broken wing.
I was the flowing robes of justice passing by, passing away.
i was the Isaac sacrifice seeking an altar stone.
I was a withered breast suckling innocence and ignorance.
I was the Virgin giving birth to Man who behshit himself for being
just a man.
I was sunlight jiggling in the fraying pockets of sunlit youth.

Three times I knocked.

I was the gift of recognition from an endless sea of faces.
I was Vicissitudes, the eighth deadly sin.
I was the voice of reason falling silently on the land.
I was the truth that is not the only truth.
I was the rain inside your glasses.
I was the obstruction from your greatness, I was the pimple on your ass.
i was freedom quietly leaving by the servant's entrance.
I was the lead in your heart that almost crushed you.
I was the deathplug in the cosmic drain.

I am a dying wildflower you hold too tightly.

Three times I knocked.

Once,
I was the messenger of surrender.

Twice.
I am bored to tears,
What remains after the striptease?

Three times,
I am the Promise:

I will not buy salt nor ash from the merchants of Sodom and Gomorrah.