the killing

love so fills my vulnerable human heart
that it is mercilessly killing me

relentlessly and quite painfully
but in spite of being shattered apart

still it is this i most long for
sweet annihilation of the programming

i’ve been running for years regarding
self my many fears and lack of worth

a routine that imprisoned what is now free
at last to speak a singular truth

centered in my heart in timelessness
the living light of divinity blazes forth

from that love the universe revolves
within that knowing everything dwells

in no manner can it cease to exist
and its nature will never be solved

by any thought or any mind yet
it is the heart of all intelligence

a wordless and altogether different kind
softly peacefully approached only in silence

©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 20180717

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