This loneliness

It’s different, melancholy’s only friend, elder.
Deepening melancholia beyond just being alone,
this loneliness, the dimension beyond lonely,
transcends all & only the Ancient of Days nears.

Hallways of time’s paling reach not there,
not into the wall-less hallway of eternity,
where once none other joined Him,
in His original, perfect loneness,

from which all existence sprang.
The true and only divinity understood
and brought us forth, some to melancholy,
some to loneliness, some utterly alone,

and a few, close, beyond shore’s distance,
and of all time, to soul & spirit, once again,
once again to know far-beyond brilliance itself,
unto original loneness along eternity’s hallway,

…unseen by any other. - *selah*

--RK, 10:59pm, 10/25/2013
   (See also: “In the aforetime…”+)

Eyes of others...

     (I think you'll understand.)

     Inspired by Lacuna Coil's

        "(Your) Heaven's a Lie"

...but I've never seen them.

Words fall between ears & understanding.

How can I bridge over to the far shore,

a shore of your own you've never seen?

Eyes of others I've never seen,

not in this quiet place inside,

where I've never found another,

the same eyes that tell me

this, that or the other, unknown of them.

I've never seen them here,

here in this, this quiet place,

one like unto nothing ever seen of them.

Words fall between ears & understanding

where I find no shore of apprehension,

only an unvisited desolation of wilderness,

your own outback you've never crossed,

understanding's bright shore waiting the other side.

--RK, 10:58pm, 10/24/2013

Tattery

Tattered rag of my life,

too tragic to tell of,

left to languish unto anguish,

I still manage to shake it off.

Still, I'm tattered beyond appearance,

l'anguish ubiquitous by my side.

I reach out, but very few understand,

nurture & cultivate affection precious.

Not alone, I see many who are, though

many crowd them, worse off than I,

in this tragedy of separation, when oneness,

undivided, lies so very close deep within,

toward the edges of eternity, its shores

shining bright & close, invisible to them.

In my tattery though, this one understands,

in l'anguish, melancholia nearby, waiting,

its brother in ubiquity.

--RK, 8:03pm, 10/26/2013

Exactly

[Inspired by Lacuna Coil's "End of Time" &
     Evanescence's "My Immortal"]

I know why I cry, when tears can't be held.
I don't flounder, emotion discovered early.
I didn't 'play' only in my own pond.
I made emotion, at large, personal, comforting.

I was never alone, but allowed, encouraged
to go it alone to find its common thread
that most I'd ever meet would decry.
But I've known a very long time now.

Though I've been alone all along
I've plumbed depths of all emotion high,
often unto deep elation I could never share
no matter how much I wanted to.

No fears ever held me back, because I knew
exactly why I felt how I did, especially,
especially along my journey deep within,
the only 'place' I knew I'd ever find the truth.

     *selah*

--RK, 9:18pm, 10/14/2013

Sentimental knot

Not another soulful folk song,
not this time, not now.
Not your stories, mine now,
from before time's mists formed,

when time was young, unpast,
I stood in utter oneness, nothing divided,
nothing diminished, nothing disturbed,
this oneness, oneness beyond awareness,

unto tendrils of consciousness which took sure hold
beyond all things perceived, finally,
beyond the beyond, time's portal passed,
utterly, unto ramparts, first seen sunward,

and remembered on first clambered step,
onto the threshold of a very old dream, untold.

--RK, 9:02pm, 8/30/2013

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Love's Reflection, Love's Light

Love's Reflection Looking into these eyes gazing back so lovingly, seeing all that I am, all that I can be, staring at the reflection of love's light remembered so effortless I recall, the light that always was. It's the love that I am, the love that you are. It's the love that is, was, has and always will be.       --by Rinda --7/7, 12/14/06; 4/27, 5/08/08          (entered by MayarOwl)

Love's Light When love is set free, the light of the soul is revealed in all its wonder, in all its glory. When the light of the soul, the light of love is released, the heavens rejoice for another has come home.

Soles kissing

She whose feet have flown fleeing
need not leave soles of feet unkissed,
for she whose feet have flown fleeting
hath been seen sixty feet up in warm mist

playing and dancing in glee and glist
in soft woods above cabin where none see,
but one onlooking whose lips' passion kissed
soles of flying feet upon every part and pea.+

A twister of rope joins heavier one in soft thunder,
frothing on larger mountain top gently seething,
and sleep beneath eyelids from deep under
begins to see pen writing, softly breathing . . .

   --11/22/07

Megalomania you say…

     [‘Eye in the Sky’ courtesy of Tiig Ig (Keith Vanderwees)]

You have no idea, with what
few words I could disturb your
very ‘foundation’ of ‘sanity,’ leaving
you, ever unmoored from any reality.

But I stay my hand for sake of
His vengeance, not my own;
for your soul was not mine made
and cannot be unmade, not

by this hand that holds gently
most precious love, faith and
that which’s only for the abased,
the greatest exaltation of all…

…on His return for those who’ve
loved hardest, with faith among many
wolves, vipers and those you’ve duped.
“Pah!” you say, but I stand at your peril…

…in intimacy of His vengeance,
in sweet company of His love and
patience for your certain end, yet
only a few years away now…,

…by special order…, of hate your own.
                           *selah*

--RK, 11:30pmEST, 11/4/2007