The Whole of Life is not Intense

To the others,
I stood at your shores,
Placed a mirror for you,
And you walked into me.

You walked into the caverns that stood below,
and found the rocky paths that I had made
with the wounds of my soul’s incarnation,
In this time and all the times.

You found the fires that were gently left,
Still glowing with embers for those
Who would seek to know where the essence lives.

The whole of life is not intense.
The whole of life is found during the night.
Where the eclipsed moon & sun make love.
I wonder whether God smile at it.

For new galaxies are made,
With each whisper of love...
Each whisper of grief…
And then the chariot is heard.
Far, far below.

The great dark one,
Emerges in his anger and wrath,
And smiles at the lone wanderer,
Who has tried to find its way to the truth.
The great truth of a soul,
Refuses to submit
Refuses to hand over the keys
To explain without merit.

A one Night Stand with PEACE

Some peace...
Some quietness...
Some turbulent free zone...
An evening of tranquility...
A morning of my own...
Settled nights,
With my covers and cushions cuddle me.

A dreamless sleep.
No sweet dreams either.
No, A dreamless, well rested sleep.
A daydream of positivity.
A garland of thoughts,
And I say garland as they don't have thorns.
Not that I hate thorns,
But I'm tired of living in cactii.

Not that I'm beaten..
I'm just tired.
Like soldiers are given
A night of rest in warzones.
I just need one day...
Just a one night stand with PEACE.