This was written as a series of reflections from a month in silence and solitude, in north Florida. May the writer's reflections be windows to look in, or out, onto the vista of our one Beloved, our deepest, truest one-Self. Peace! Brian
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The Wind blows where It chooses. You can't know where from, to. Likewise, each born of Spirit.
*The Christ, Gospel of John
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken. I want to free what waits within me so that what no one has dared to wish for may for once spring clear without my contriving.
*Rainer Maria Rilke. Rilke's Book of Hours. Trans. Anita Barrows, Janna Macy.
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My Beloved, my Friend, I have gone there, My Heart
I have seen from the blue orb of these eyes
from this sparkling, glorious sacred, breathing flesh
to the treacherous rim precipitous plunge into Beauty looked over
how many times?
only one enough for this one life
sweetly delirious maddening intoxication!
was I ~ am I ~ a fool if so, for You for Love a fortunate fool
blessed gift, to see such Beauty bubbling up celestial streams from the dark Abyss
here this!
region of devoted death illimitable Life
I have gone there
how many times?
to see to say for others this risk ~ or so it seemed ~ on the lip between sane and insane
possibly, I had no choice
your Wind without permission carried me there
was this my choice or destiny?
again and again died and died lived and lived
so these tears rivers of Life ~ so much unspoken Love!
the veil, the clear globe once touched with seeing while seeing through could not go there
like a wall saying No, yet solicitously seductive like tasting a hint of a delicious union of mouths while denied the meeting of longing lips
there I wondered, and yes wandered quietly, yet still
now, gone
this river was this river I am
here and then for timeless Quiet smiling on the rim I taste life and death one beneficent Beatitude
such Beauty! so these tears
supple-soaked lens stream-streaked cheeks
praise for this Gift
of Life!
Now, Your Voice seen everywhere
A Face met in any alley, street, field, around each corner
on fire! on fire! aflame world Light of dark and bright
How many times can one leave here before never coming back to
this world again?
*Brian K. Wilcox. "Smiling on the Rim." June 12.2018.
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*The theme of "Lotus of the Heart" is 'Living in Love beyond Beliefs.' This work is presented by Brian K. Wilcox, of Maine, USA. You can order Brian's book, An Ache for Union: Poems on Oneness with God through Love, through major online booksellers.
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