Isolation

 Isolation

The third eye 

Where the sounds cease 

Blank space 

Muted

Straight lines

Flat, Still. 

Isolation

Where you hear a beating heart

The flutter of eyelids

Your breath

Oh, your breath!

Holding the magic of life 

As profound, as simple. 

Isolation

In meditation,

Eyelids closed,

Searching inward 

To meet this fountain of grief

Held tormented

Under barely closed lids

With a superficial veil

Of healed wounds. 

A tiny grain of salt

Can let loose, unravel

The aching pain 

Of lost worlds. 

A part of you dies

In a divorce

A part of your body

Is taken away

In a death of a parent.

The rest of you floats

Buoyant from the emptiness 

Lost in the wind 

At the deep blue ocean. 

In the deepest isolation

In the purest meditation

You come to terms

With the insides of your self

No facades

No courage

Just – what is 

Blood, red, hot 

Throbbing veins

Corpses still alive 

That look at you

With treacherous eyes

Pain

This only true friend

Learning to heal 

The insides of your soul

With tears that embalm 

The skin from your burns 

In isolation

There is dystopia

Unsettled, discomfort 

Yet a strange kind of peace

Of your absolute self

In sync with what is 

Under the carpets

Over the sheets.

 

In isolation, 

there is deep love

Of a kind that hurts your heart

Fills your insides

With longing. 

In isolation, 

everything cancels

What is left 

Is the purest 

Reductionist 

Smallest grain

Of an absolute truth. 

In the deepest isolation

Is the deepest peace.

After the storm settles

There is lightness

Soaring 

Free as a bird

In glided flight.  

In isolation

There is the greatest mourning

And the deepest solace