T his epiphany
incandesces my essence
burns deep my soul
stirs my spirit
unsettles my being
ignites my wonder
and whets my seeker’s vessel
with need to be filled full
at once familiar
yet exotically foreign
strangely boxed
but exquisitely wrapped
in longing
loss
love
and infinitely more
it reachs to a hollow place
deep within
echoing a past
awakening a myth
exposing that which I embrace
in the moment
as truth
stirring my pain
my loneliness
my hope
offering just enough answer
that I combust with questions
sacred uncertainties
suspended in inquiry
in memories of neverwas
recognition of evermore
enrapt in blissful cognizance
of that which was once not known
but now love breaks like a golden dawn
once transfixed by this mystery
I am now elevated by insight
impaled by love’s vision
aflame in ecstasy
the portal is thrown open
love rises like the sun
it is a good day
*
rob kistner © 2022
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Some days are like that. Many delicate and lovely lines, much like the petals of a flower. Beautiful writing Rob!
Thank you Carrie… 🙂
“Love rises like the sun.” What a great line, Rob. You describe so much of what would wash through a person who happened upon such a portal.
Thank you Lisa, appreciation your kind words… 😉
Longing, loss and uncertainty all aspects of life, love and everything in between. Some parts of the journey are a mystery and one may never find the answers. If only that portal would swing open to light the way of this weary traveler.
I hope that it does True, and that it brings all the complex emotions and experiences of love. That portal swung open for me several times in my life, for which I am exceedingly grateful my friend… 🙂
This is beautiful, Rob … I love the way you used ‘whets’ …. brilliant.
Thank you Helen. I find it a fascinating word. I have a couple whetstones that I used to sharpen the barbs on my fishing hooks, and to keep a keen edge on my camping and tackle knife — items I sadly don’t get to use any more, and haven’t for several years.
A beautiful sensitive write, Rob. I love how it opens up and the gentle way it ends 🙂
I’m pleased this resonated for you Sunra… 🙂
“suspended in inquiry
in memories of neverwas
recognition of evermore
enrapt in blissful cognizance
of that which was once not known
but now love breaks like a golden dawn”
Absolutely stunning stanza, Rob!
Thank you so much Sara, your kind words are greatly appreciated. 🙂