A song unsung.

This love is not a lie.

There is a sadness, which is not anger.
There is a pain, which is not selfishness.
There is a not knowing, which tries to see.
There is a bewilderment which tries but fails to understand.
There is a sustained effort so clumsily manifested.
There is a truth which can’t be heard, a song unsung.
There is a forgiveness which says “here let me take your pain, let me suffer it myself and turn it into your healing”
There is heart broken and broken and broken. It wants nothing for itself.
There is a compassion for all beings. It weeps and it weeps and it weeps and it weeps.

There is a person all gone wrong.
It doesn’t know where to turn.
It is doesn’t fear being seen.
But it weeps and it weeps and it weeps.

It prays “Break me open, make me softer, don’t let me resist. Let me hear you more deeply, let me reveal my self more clearly. Let me take right action. Let me love you more purely. Here is the jewel of my integrity. It is all I have. I offer it fully. Polish it, polish it, please reveal my courage.”

Forgive my mistakes. Were I perfection, I would only serve you in this world. I would give you more. Beyond this dream which I have executed so badly is another place… I never found a more beautiful place to dance than the place where the only dancing is the one in which everyone is wordlessly joined. We are the dance. If time was mine to give, I would give it all to you. But there is no mine. Time has no meaning, only that which takes place within. The only measure of every moment is how fully could you love what you saw.  All I can do is look, but I can not see. Remove the veil from love. I am the veil. There is only a space inside which a mystery is happening. Who are you, who am I? I don’t know.

When you speak, i hold a silent prayer, “Let me hear and accept these words clearly, without judgement or assumption or defence. Let the message travel direct to a place of understanding. Give me the humility, the openness, to hear. Remove me, remove me please, that truth may be known and acted upon.”

I believe there is a harmony, from where we all came to which we all belong. Any discord comes from the unreal. Really we are all in deep agreement. It is this deep agreement that I seek to uncover and from where I wish to live. It is where the real conversation takes place. It is already here. I weep because outside of that agreement is a desolate land where words are blown like dust and do not reach the heart. How can we meet within the real? How can I remove your suffering?

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6 responses to “A song unsung.

  1. Piyali

    I loved this lovely, moving poem from you dear Tara. Thank you so much for sharing a bit more of your journey with us. Lots of love with big warm hugs to you. 🙂

  2. These words are astonishing Tara ~ they totally embrace what I have been struggling with for so long. I have recently come to the same conclusion that you have drawn in the last verse and I, too, believe that there is harmony and it is here. Thank you for your insight ~ we are beginning to meet within the real 🙂

    • Jacqueline.. thank you.. always so lovely to receive such a reflection from another being! : ) Yes… yes we are.. we are and we can! Somehow life itself becomes a prayer toward this – to being none but this… for there seems no other way and no other longing.

  3. A sad but touching poem

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