Good morning Niz

[Guest guest]

YOUR RUIN

 

 

When you've had enough of that screaming in your head,

when you've had enough of that noise that will not quiet

when you see that there is a certain missing-ness deep within You

when you see your Life is not what Living is about

and when you're not sure what it is you are seeking,

but you just know, somehow, another page has been turned

but you just know, somehow, you've looking for a certain absence in

yourself,

you will have become the Seeker of Yourself

and its Hopeful Meeting,

a Reunion

it is an upward smoke of burning ashes

and a downward waft of dissolution.

 

Your Ruin

 

 

 

ODYSSEY

 

 

I have an Eternity cupped in my hands,

I've saved it just for You

Your Return to Me is All I would ask,

no small odyssey,

no small life you have chosen!

It is in that gnawing pain and your deepest of fears

you begin,

in your rudderless ship,

in your solitude,

in you Breaking Heart.

 

 

 

EARTHLY BOWELS

 

 

of what shall I tell Myself,

I who have Nothing?

An Emptiness yearning is--

something

a contradiction of Myself

in Living Colour and DLP Sound

an early-morning vision

notes to myself

scribed last night in full-bodied meaning

of what shall I Howl?

Who painted this " Torture of Ecstasy " ?

and threw it my Way to stumble and Fall?

Who shall remain to utter my Name?

Ah, yes

This is my condition, this unlimited

self-contraction

so aware of Myself,

God's eternal placement of Now

displaced right here

in the Earthly Bowls of I Am

 

 

Love you All,

Ana