Come To Me Your All

08-26-2013

Stand on this precipice
Of beautiful terror
Leaning as you’re wont to lean
Toward Love
Permit your heart, flesh
To list
List o’er this fearsome, warm abyss.

Hot fear that burns, longing
To know the frightful depths of
Soul within; the mystery of being, of
Life that wafts its yearning
To lose itself in another:
To know the unknown.

Welcome the low thunder within
Hurling tremors through
The tender sinews of your heart;
Swaying your will
To let go a throb of tears
In deepest anguish of saddest joy.

Long fiercely,
Do not hesitate.
What may consume you may sustain you
Beyond desire’s subtle taste.

Loosen your heels against the Earth.
Slip, give way a little
To the silent waiting chasm
Whose unseen walls may leave you fall
To fathom
What is giving all without requite.

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About A. S. Ellis

I am always learning. Always. And that is as it should be.
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