A Nail In The Coffin
If you think sadness is a sentiment,
Think again.
Sadness can be
The fullness of the void,
The totality of existence –
While it lasts.
If you think sadness is grief,
Think again!
Grief includes
Distress of loss,
Whereas sadness engorges
The sweetness of the wound.
The richness of this excess
Makes light of the nail -
The implement of pain
By which we unveil
A singular profound mystery –
Who Really Am I?
Steve Slimm
16/01/2021
New Heart Horizons
It’s not all about you Steve!
What?
Where did that come from?
Over here, over here,
Follow the eyes across the room!
Next morning at breakfast,
She’s stood behind my chair,
Chatting.
I lean backward cautiously,
Toward her soft wooliness.
Later that day she’s there again,
Right in the line of my gaze;
Solstice –
Rituals of magick,
Expanding new heart horizons.
But some days it’s all about me;
I can’t help it.
We all experience ebb and flow,
The need to receive,
Alongside the gifts of the luminary.
Of course,
It’s never all about any one,
Only ever about us all –
Children,
Dressed in our rags of light,
Awaiting Love’s redemption.
Steve Slimm
13/01/2021
Between Nothingness and Eternity
Wherever Love is for me,
That’s where I am -
Aching across the millennia,
Between nothingness and eternity;
Ploughing the time-worn folds
From dream to dream.
“Hold nothing back -
No small part of thyself”,
I recall the ancient monition;
“Sanction no need
For any safe credo,
Which thou mightest cling to.”
- - - - - - - - - - - -
There is a river
That flows through Time,
Onto the banks of which are tossed
The living souls of the dead.
My task has always been to give heart
To any who may seek oblivion.
Today is no exception:
So, take good heart my friends –
From the dark chains of oppression,
Deliverance is well-nigh;
For the battle is already fought and won -
At the dawn of a sane New World.
Steve Slimm
02/01/2021