The Heart of the Matter

Eyes closed,
In a new world I wander
Where am I
Lost, I wonder


No identity,
No labels, not even a name
No gender
No form, not even a frame

Like a fluid
Flowing, swinging but still
In infinite space
And yet confined within

At the core
Yet drifting in space
Feeling divine
Experiencing the Divine embrace

It evades
Within grasp, just out of reach
It seals
All sensual, emotional breach

To touch it
Is to be in the heart of the matter
And to know
That nothing in the end matters