JHem

Giving voice to the voiceless, Form was born from the formless. Only spoken on the surface, Descriptions form your face. Following the words, Feet walk past home. Giving birth to the sin, Of feeling home-less. Wondering why you can't be heard, An unending desire born to roam, Unable to let the beat of your heart in. Lost to the play of having to impress. Surely you jest... Don't attach to grim... Shine a light to be shown... Always as innocent as the birds... Don't let yourself talk you out of, What is surely surerer than sure. The holy spirit delusion can't attach to. Melt through form and meet the intimacy, Of a love that can hold, yet is without, duality.

Yearning branded it's mission: Needing you to avoid oblivion. Breathing in a life of craving. With a hand wet from all these tears, No longer able to hold on to you, Everything slipping so soon. Breathlessness giving into fear, Praying for lips to taste sweet honeydew, Dying into an aftertaste of the empty moon. My ears slapped by the wolf's howl, Waking me up from the dream, Back into my senses. To feel my full heart beating, Jumping high for the heavens, Revealing an unavoidable intimacy. "Isn't it a joy to feel so alive?" It's silence screamed.

Could you believe, All that noise, The minds buzz, Got "you" to look away? Like trying to swat a fly, No matter how swift, You could never catch up, To whom you may ask? Who you believe yourself to be, Who you think yourself to be, Could never comprehend, The mystery of "you." Let go, Simply know, This is death row, For the false show. No more enlightenment, No more unenlightenment, No more ground for a self to stand, No more fighting the ever present flow. Permission was never needed, To be just as you are, Innocent and pure, "Spirit."

Before I knew it, My feet had moved. When I knew it, It was me who moved, Yet it was not I. "You will follow or suffer," It said. There I knew it, Silent but not afar. When the body followed, The lie was breached. I suffered. It was what the humans sowed, Our ability to know. "Oh," I uttered. Invisible, but not blind, I know this scar. Anatta

What do you do, When paint won't leave your brush? What do you do, When mute is your only language? What do you do, When you've given your all, For people to just pass you by?

The birds were birds, The trees were trees, And I was Me. But waves came ashore, They were all no more, That much I can be sure. Sheer will burned all form, Yet, why is there this storm? The birds no longer birds, The trees no longer trees, I am no longer me, Or so I thought to be. With heaven here, Giving permission, To envelop all of me. The birds sang as I stepped home, The trees hugging me in their shade, And I'm no longer threatening me. Form had to return, For it to meet it's end, As both burn away as one.

No words I wanted, Only your presence. No words uttered, Yet endless air breathed. No words go past frozen, But touch kindles a blaze. No words tastes as bitter, Than seduction to save thyself. No words a softer lie, Than "stay in my life." No words I've heard more, But "I would never." No words more naked, Yet vulnerability only skin deep. No words to create the world, Only silence before creation.