Sacred Love

Late at night

In the clamoring silence

My unquiet mind searches

For the keystone

For that small piece of wisdom

that will help me understand

what cannot be understood

to search among the fallen ruins

of ideas and beliefs

the rubble of what I once thought

so clear

there are many things I do not understand

the sacred

dancing in my soul

giving me joy yet driving me into discontent

and endless search

thoughts

questions

feelings

pouncing

ripping at my certainty

making me more, and less

why is it that answers do not come?

Or come only to become, once again questions?

But there is this sacred love

which I cannot understand

but which always

always

is there

brilliant and alive

like a lonely flower

among the stones