Apophatic

On and on
Saying nothing.

Words can enthral
Enlighten
Enthuse
Entrap.

But the mystery
Beyond the mystery
Beyond my words
gives light.

Light to feel warmth
Light to live by,
to see.
to love.
Light
To be myself
And see the light.

It demands my presence
But not my words.
If I sit still
long enough
today
I can feel the light.

Still my silence
and stillness
Are not the light.
It is always beyond me
A laughing shadow.
A children’s game
My future
My past

And yours.

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