My head in your lap
and the hot tears roll silent
soothing into peace.

Sweet Mystery

Sweet mystery:
I am ready.
I want no more from you now:

not an immortal soul 
not a promised land
not a sacred goal
not your guiding hand
not to remain
not a transcendent view
not to come again
in the morning dew
not an absolute confess 
in a cleansing rain 
not your forgiveness 
not an end to pain
nor to fear, nor strife
not an impregnable peace 
not a bargain for life 
not a joyful release 
not a brand new start 
not to merge with you 
or know we were never apart 
not to understand you 
neither an end, nor no end
not any thing, or no thing ...

I am ready.
I take off my clothes
and prostrate myself
flat to the ground
with no agenda
and in full surrender: