Love’s Lament

No dread of death,

but of endless life

a flame unquenched, that burns on,

a river vast but shoreless,

meeting only its own tide.

I do not wish to bring

this dreadful thought

back to the eternal ocean.

It drags me down, an iron weight,

pressing deep upon my chest.

Yet even this weight finds no rest

it just sinks,

deeper and deeper,

never settling, never ending.

Infinity, once boundless and divine,

was bitten apart by fate’s sharp teeth.

The sacred fruit of truth,

too vast for a mortal mouth to grasp at once.

Wholeness stands apart from here,

and solitude remains its shadow

neither the same, nor yet divided.

I wonder

what could my medicine be?

Perhaps to see the world

through another’s gaze.

But that place, the one I long for,

may no longer welcome me.

Still, if you, dear reader,

come to me with the same longing,

I would place my heart in your hands

and guide you gently beyond

the labyrinth of thought.

You see

life and death are fraternal twins,

two shades of one great motion.

Should you greet death in life,

you’ll find life cradling its hand.

Life is life,

though it gets lost

in death’s forgetting.

How many voices through the ages

have whispered this truth?

I do not wish to echo

those hallowed halls of light.

Tell me,

my wheel of thought,

do you bring fortune?

or do you ceaselessly turn?

I ask the One who knows,

though deep within I hear the answer stir.

For all who speak, in truth,

address no one but themself.

This secret I keep

by love’s command.

For you, dear wanderer,

I would bear the weight of all.