Every time a heart goes forth
on a journey to join
with another,
it risks a pain
no body can bear;
it risks the
burning tear
of remembering
that true union is impossible
in the land of the living.
Our hearts/Our souls
are the entity
full;
our bodies are vessels that demand
division.
My heart
Your heart
Seek to be whole,
but the walls of our skin
imprison.
Be still and listen
to the voice that is you,
that voice that has no body.
It is the voice of God,
and God
is the juncture
at which we all meet.
