To Hear Her Laughter
The questions remain as the tears dry,
yet incomprehensibly the sound of laughter
fills the empty spaces, as I hear Her voice
assuring me once again, that appearances
too oft deceive. The choice here is
to fall down, weeping and never get up
off swollen knees or to feel our Beloved’s
embrace, to fall into the tickle of her vocal
caress, to rise up and be filled with hope.
What we must bear, must not give up,
is our ability to love-of which there
are so many countless examples
of heroines and heroes who have
stood up for life- even in the face
of death’s certainty. Now is the time
to lean in, lean in to each other,
lean in to the sound of Her laughter.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.