Beyond The Night Window
There was something…
followed by nothing.
My full heart sank
and then shattered
like salted glass.
And I have been grieving
for a girl I once was.
Smitten with forms and
bright with desire,
she was a dancing flame
in the frosted window of Love.
and she’s gone.
In her eagerness for clearer vision
she breathed in the night,
and became so hot and expanded
that her light just demolished
the glass and ice
and now nothing stands between her
and the Merging,
and she trembles the oneness
for it means
she’s alone.
But oh, Love,
it swept way IN
and revealed “alone” as nothing
but a concept.
That the truth of ONE is so full and immense
that our human hearts could
never contain it.
So we get tastes…
a lick of the spoon,
until light calls us home,
and our bodies are tucked
sweet in the earth.
Some flights are not meant
for this air and ether,
some knowings are spared
for another realm
Do not push yourselves
so hard towards the edge,
you will fall off
soon enough.
© 2012 Sunni Chapman












Not even angels get to lick the spoon.
Korby recently posted..Check here to Subscribe to notifications for new posts