Love's Requiem

The Madman stood at prayer at twilight

in his garden.

In the slowly expanding shadows
laden with rose and jasmine he sang.

“Oh Beloved, Oh thou Lover of All who
draw breath seeking you with their hearts open,
and souls athirst. Oh Thou who cannot help but
hear our prayers and songs, please listen to
this elegy, this requiem sung by Love.”

“Whenever the Song of Love is sung, it’s haunting,
lilting melodies are the elegy of the selfish one,
a requiem for the ego. They silence the voices
that seek to exclude, and warmly embrace those
whose voices are stifled by the oppression of
the Self and the tyranny of an Other. These songs,
Oh Beloved, lift up those trodden down by poverty
and the arrogance of those to whom the word ’Share”
is a curse . These symphonies of your Lovers,
succor the hearts beaten down by those servants of
the self who foolishly claim that they alone speak
Your words to humanity. Your Love is an open
“Come unto me regardless.” while their speech is
a constant litany of “thou shalt not” and “you are
Hopeless.”

How, Oh God, can a Lover of Your Eternity
ever be hopeless??”

“These Songs are our Hope and our Weapon against
the woe of the Selfish Self, the Selfish One who sucks
the sweetness from our hearts! Arm us well, Oh Lover,
that we may at last present to you a life danced in the
Living Springs of Your Very Being.”

“I open my heart Oh God! I lay all my fear, my anger,
my loneliness, my fullness, my tears and my laughter before
you on this ground. Take them, take them all and place
them in the brazier which burns before your Inner Places.
take my Love, My heart, my very soul and this skin bag
it calls a dwelling place, full of blood, shit, and fluids though it
is. Take my mind, my words, my breaths, and gasps,
take it all, Oh My Lover……”

The Madman covered his face with his hands, and wept,
as his spirit ascended to places we cannot even touch
in dreams.

In a darkening corner sat two friends.
A silver Huntress of Hearts and a gentle old Pir.
To the eyes of man they seemed a kitten and a mouse.

“There are no words.” the Pir said solemnly.

“None.” the Huntress said.

And they too began their song,
at twilight…..


TF © 31Aug2010