Love

All encompassing all knowing all forgiving and insatiably pleasant. Creator of all delight and hope and courage and purpose. Peace abounding and infinite. Isiqalo nesiphetho. Mhlane nembeleko. Themba lami, kuphila Kwami. Mphefumulo. Wena oyikho konke. Olungileyo. Ophakemeyo. Mdali. Mbumbi. 

Ungcwele.

While they ask to be lifted I ask to be bound. To be drowned. To be consumed by you. Lift me not to the sky lest it asks for wings or takes my breath or shakes me. Rain rather, on me. Wet me and my appetite with spirit. Run through me and consume me. Let me see through your eyes. Mould me. 

And in that space, love me. Love me Love. Radiate within me and give me light. Let me shine on the world. 

Thou art infinite. 

Dreams

　Circles. Cycles. Circles. I'm falling in and I'm tumbling about until　I  fall back out again. How else do I describe this　infinity of lifelines. These roads these pathways to righteousness. Some calling it consciousness and some the awakening while I think sometimes I'm fit to call it drowsiness. Sleepiness. I sleep a lot.　I dream a lot. And　when　I wake its pain and more growing pangs but its beautiful. I'm starting to wonder if pain really is beautiful. Or if beauty is　pain? Do we really suffer for beauty or did I just fall in love with my pain?　And here I am falling in and out of sleep again because being awake is too painful,sometimes too beautiful, oftentimes too lonely.

　In mind, awake or asleep, is a place too beautiful to let you in.