Swept along the
Current of darkness
Blindly grasping
At illusory forms
The distant laughter
Ensures one of light
Light yet to be seen
In this tunnel of fear.
That loving grace
Felt deeply within,
Is working without
In equal part
Where desire hasn't place
One silently retreats.
In quiet surrender
Arms fitfully flail
The laughter louder,
It's an inner sound.
The inaudible light
A dawning without start
Forgotten smiles pulled wide
With atrophied freshness
Gasping for air
Now pure and clear
Eyes open, heart too,
The rising sun does emerge
Changing threatening rivers
Into nurturing lakes
Replacing fear with love
And death with life.
MS22
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