Nothing owns me.
Except my tears.
Plunging in my wholeness.
Balance
The sound of life seems out of balance.
It is shallow.
An obscure silence in music.
An absence of existence.
Nothing in everything.
But when the sound of life strikes me.
It is overwhelmingly heavy.
Bright colors in vast darkness.
Tears filling pools as huge as the universe.
Everything in nothing.
M.P.Yasmine
Tears
The pain of the world I will and can not carry.
I do not watch nor read the latest news.
My tears are already that heavy.
They clatter with such gravity.
In a river of old misery.
Crying daily for others pain.
Would make me drown.
In an everlasting rain.
M.P.Yasmine
Eyes
“I have a new pair of eyes. They love to weep a little more lately of all the beauty they’re able to see.”
M.P.Yasmine
Crying Madonna
I never believed.
Mother Mary cried worldly blood tears.
Weeping Madonna in the south.
Her eyes were melting.
Because of the hot weather she received.