Friday 18 October 2013

I AM (Mystery)

I scrabble for words 
To give expression
Of who I am

The what and the how
Of this life

But all the tongues
Of the world would not
Speak it in its fullness

I am mystery
Unfathomable even
To myself

The root and mood
Are sung in songs

Of outer space
On hot August nights

Soul tugged upward
To the orbit of its belonging

My home ever a temporary
Dwelling place

An emptiness deep
That clings tenaciously
Daring me to let go

Knowing that I will not

That I am chosen for it
And I have chosen

The infinity of whom
It speaks and in whom
I am mirrored

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