Quivering hearts be still
Even a rising mountain is but a tear drop
slipping into the universe
Worlds are built anew
from sorrows like these.
Greater mysteries weep for you
than you for those,
Soothe these channels,
twisted saline braids
that carve our cheeks.
Your beloved has passed
dissolved through the veil
through which you saw her
to mix inextricably with
an ailing conscious
When you find within a lover what you seek,
you recognize God within your own heart
you love away separation, distinction, and “otherness”
The framework of what is left is a ghost
What taunts you,
protects you.
