The one who grieves –
who finds it is their ‘work’
The one who’s sad –
who aches for yesterday
The one who awares –
who beams this unlit light
The one who woes –
who keens to love’s goneness
The one who weeps –
who melts in holy love
who – or what – is that One?
These words are clumsy feet
(dual by default)
dancing the dream
The Beloved rests
unmoved
impartial
in the wings
caps in lap:
choreographer, director
actor and audience
absorbed within
Its one-wo:man act
and never leaving Home
for even half a heartbeat
…
– miriam louisa