Self- Love

Fears are not gone by words.
No matter how much one tries,
something inside is closed,
but don’t know what
maybe waiting to cross the limit,
quietly building the pressure,
when something deeply touches the soul
Surely it will break down the wall.

Poem

Everyone touches silence; the challenge is to stay,
to hold it gently, not drift away.
It asks for nothing,
yet slips away.
One wonders—
is this to be spent,
or guarded like a flame?
When it is not disturbed,
it begins to grow and glow.
calmness settles,
without a word,
everything
is already known.

In Love with Love
I am in love with love—
feels alive,
No object to claim,
Just the joy,
Heart to heart, eyes to eyes,
No desire, no chase;
My heart is full,
I rise without a name.

Self-love
How can we love another’s heart,
When own left unseen?
The work on self runs deep.

A Solitary Gift
When one is left alone
for not following the trail of sheep,
Not knowing initially
it might set one free.
The curse turns into a blessing;
a quiet road
leads to discovery.