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.