“Resurrection…”

 

As the mirror,

he reflects,

through the prism of

his Soul.

This tender strength,

his uncompromised surrender.

Dare you look away,

from a pose

which would

strike the heart,

like lightning?

And,

where would you lay

the luggage of your gaze?

At living letters?

Timeless telegrams,

etched to everlast?

And, how?

When ocean-deep eye-lands

wave naked ambition

to the blinking shore.

Learn to be fragile…

… extravagantly still.

Rest in poise.

Exist,

simply,

in the unbroken praise

of his will.

 

 

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