THAT
How can I speak That
Which cannot be spoken
A mind beyond thinking
A thoughtless thought
How can I make sense of That
Where meaning has no senses
To touch That
Which has no form
How can being cherished
Be That which is
Already cherished
Neither near nor far
How can I wander
To where there is no distance
To That which lives
The illusion of time and space
How does the ocean move
Upon the shores of my heart
To That which beats
The drum of inner rhythm
How do I climb That
Which was a mountain
Only now to slip
As sand between my toes
How can I see That
Which has no screen
Whose only view
Comes and goes
How do I kiss
The hand of my beloved
Whose grasp I cannot hold
To That which only lets go
How can I hear That
Whose music sings
In the silence of listening
Where all sounds converge
How do I love That
Where love has always been
Like the knock
Of a stranger at my door
How do I become That
Where the becoming
is already done
As That which always was?
-Tru Starhorse
Feb 15, 2024
