such strength in not needing a veneer of strength.

such masculinity in not needing a veneer of masculinity.

true greatness is in scrubbing floors.

the meek inherit the Earth.

no hearts more impoverished than the greedy.

victory is only found in waving your white flag.

those in eternal surrender possess the whole.

earthly kings are peasants of the spiritual kingdom.

…

how can I ever communicate

what is in my heart

I think I am powerless to give it a voice.

I think my gaze

speaks more

than I ever could with words.

the eyes are the windows of the soul,

but rationale

is shutters pulled down

the intellect blocking daylight.

But I will shut my mouth

and open my heart

and hide nothing.

give me someone

who I can know without speaking.

where our eye contact speaks novels.

their heart made plain

I will cherish those secrets

held in plain sight.

give me your hand

and we’ll speak through Braille.

no, I don’t need to hear you speak,

but I will lay my head upon your chest

and your heartbeat will be enough

your soul’s story recounted rhythmically.

so great is my longing to merge,

to simply love and be loved.

our minds don crowns of thorns.

and in love,

those barbs descend

seated upon our hearts.

every condition our minds have set

for loving and being loved

pricking

piercing

drawing blood

draining that holy organ.

what is this thing

that our minds do?

what is the mind but a labyrinth

that places us

on its outside

our heart

as its center?

enough —

silence dissolves those walls.

and there do I reunite

with that sacred simplicity.

there do I find my home.

…

might we find our home together, as one?