Love

how can I search for
what can not see me
when I can not see
that which I search for
is what I’ve lost

is it that,
the sparkles I adorn
secure me in darkness I trek?
or women I’m smitten
esteem the man in me vexed?
and places I dream
fulfill the foster child’s hex?
and the connections I’ve sought
are as shallow as texts?

moment to moment
I am any stranger’s guess
be it that the lost
tire from strain of conquest
for what is the state of my heart
and heredity of my fate
if my mind can never rest
as it fears silence
and the depth of breath

first language was silent
utterances decrypted by observance
responses absorbed in contemplation
and answers born from discernment
but we were given voices
that it may not be left to our lonely,
desperate and worldly imaginations
fathoming the many sounds of “God”

or,
if you prefer it,
“Love”

and who is it
whom seamless fairs
in deciphering message
from messenger
by foreign rituals of
observance,
contemplation,
discernment?

as One,
begets the Other
whether heard
or deafened

either way, nature
and your voice
sound just like “God”

or,
if you prefer it,
Love!

if seeds spoke,
they’d say to earth…

open up
and offer me room
I will not only show you life
but give it
I will die and be reborn
the cycle of life revealed in me
you will carry nurture and sustain me
until the universe demands my arrival
and upon my apotheosis
we shall establish a world together
built from the kingdom of our heart’s desires