When the mind descends
into the heart
the problem becomes
it's own solution
because the concept
dissolves into free energy,
your smile, or the tear
of a stranger, set
in the clutter of your path
like a jewel for you
to love.
The energy of wordless
humming, a gentle dance of
immaculate chaos,
the harmony somehow
always here...
What's the answer, friend?
To find the place
where the question
does not arise.
What do you feel?
Here's what I feel,
a vast cathedral
in my rib cage
where I listen to a litany
of silences
and taste the wine
of not knowing
and fall down weary
as a thousand spent petals
returning to the seed
of Winter, yes,
where I discover
the Birthless born,
Infinity informed,
Darkness shining,
Beauty breathed
through the body of God.
Image, detail by Rembrandt
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