Poems to the God that is you

🎤 (The performer steps forward, silence stretching. A long inhale. The first words drop soft, almost hesitant, like a secret confession.)


You used to scare me…
with your torrid schemes.
My mind—
a parcel for your unravelling.

(pauses, looks left, then right as if suspicious)

There was a time you played in its shadows…
and then you said,
"I never take sides.
Not in War.
Not in Love."

(leans closer to mic, voice cutting through)

I believed you then.
Now—
I know I was wrong.

(voice grows louder, more rhythmic, arms wide)

You are not to be believed—
but sung!
When my eyes drown in this turgid heart,
when my soul swells with you—
that day,
I know.

(Beat. Change of pace—voice shifts into awe, almost scientific chant.)

A mass is a Higgs/Boson equation…
Deifying your principle of attraction!
You keep the stars steady in their course,
while my mind is smoothed with your Peace,
while my heart swells with your Love—
and in this swelling,
I am created.

(sharp, staccato, pounding the chest)

This day mattered!
To one swayed by your hammer of fate!
I have hung from remorse too often—
but you beckoned me,
with tears,
with laughter,
with those twinkling eyes—
at the very moment of death.

(a whisper, sliding low, conspiratorial)

No human innuendo survives you.
No thought is free from the particles you’ve shattered.
And no tear—
not one—
is without your infinite,
recycled,
Love affair.

(slow chant, melodic)

My heart is an elixir of prayers.
OM…
OM I…
Oh my soul, humming you.

(pause. Then softly, tenderly, like a lover’s lullaby)

Waiting…
is a lover’s kiss—
just before the eyes close,
just before two hearts merge in crescendo.

(the rhythm picks up, words tumble, ecstatic)

In your presence, no differences.
No stubbornness.
No me, no you, no we—
only particles whispering…
You.

(voice thins, fragile, trembling)

Like an empty boat,
carried by your sea without end…
this heart forever voyages,
its compass always trembling,
always going home.

(gentle, reverent)

And You—
You are Home to me.

(long silence. Then, with rising strength, almost a chant the audience can echo.)

Love is the mirror!
Where two flames
see their source as One!

To kiss the Beloved—
with the same kiss the Beloved kisses me…
that kiss—
is eternity.

Love is the mirror!
Where two flames
see their source as One!

Oh… the heart knows this.
Love attracts Love.
This is the secret of the kiss.

(crescendo—hands rise as if planting a garden)

In the Garden of Hearts,
where Love grows—
you,
and I,
and we…
become unnecessary distinctions.

(slows, returns to whisper)

Let us be
this empty yearning together.
This ancient ache of longing.
This heart… a compass,
pointing to where.
Love is the goal.

(steps back, breath catches, voice drops to a final intimate murmur)

I’ll meet you there.

(Silence. Performer places hand on chest. Lights fade.)