COLORS WITH NO NAME

COLORS WITH NO NAME

Was it God or was it you that filled me with so much love
my heart cannot contain it any longer?
The shell of my Self has split apart, leaving my Soul exposed
to both unthinkable pain and ineffable ecstasy.
There is no undoing this metamorphosis,
no calming the earthquake inside of me.

The vacuum of the past is a premonition
that haunts my dreams of the future,
a memory of endless emptiness and silent screams.
You are my samadhi, the peak experience, the realization
of the same ancient Truth, hidden and revealed by the One
in shifting shapes and colors with no name.

The fragrant flowers in a hostile world no longer deceive me;
without you there is neither world nor blossoms.
I beg you not to leave me until the spell is broken
and I see your eyes in the mirror instead of my own.
Let me stand in your shadow until I am no longer;
I can't bear to go on alone.

~ Broken Wings ~

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