Berlin Pearl

No almanac could predict
Sadness with a brother
in four walls of thoughtfulness,
offering me no comfort,
only a cradle of mindfulness.
Sparks firing in darkness
and cerebral spinal fluid.
Neurons sending impulses,
sensations felt,
perceptions made,
moving along broken pathways
inside a broken man, relating to
A broken world. So long having
wondered, along with
every man, woman, and child.
Wandering along with
every exile and seeker.
Pilgrims on a sacred journey
through a land, in the dark.
A dark age that never ended
with the return of highborn
thoughts of a self
who does not know and
Does not care for agape,[1]
deifying instead eros,[2]
while rejecting knosko[3]
of anything and everything,
seeking knowledge only
toward the end of self-satisfaction and
the delusion of self-righteousness.
The beginning of a thirst,
which is never quenched.
We are like a myth,
slashing at reality.
At the Walls of Troy,
with an arrow in our heels,
In a desert of a valley
like a drain of death.
Rain upon it all
the satisfaction, and all goals
of false goodness evaporates
leaving a valley of dry bones
who speak volumes when
they beg for a prophet to speak
words of life that move the dead,
but the word does not come.
The waiting
like the sun, illuminating
the dust before our eyes. Asking
for the world
and receiving nothing
that is not already ours.
We are blind
to the surrounding life,
the Logos[4]
that courses through everything
and everyone.
Linking, like a river delta
that intertwines with thousands
of channels, streams,
and branches.
Pulsating with the same waters,
and pouring from the same source
seen in the minds of children.
Being that holy innocence that
must be seen in all things
to be loved.
Rushing like a wrecking ball
toward the Berlin Wall,
which stands everywhere
but in Berlin.
A city, a country,
a world
built upon, within,
and around
pearl walls, born of pain,
upon pain, upon pain.
The sounds of anguish
echo in ears sending sparks racing,
being converted into electric Mercury,
through the white hallways
of pearl mazes. Encased
within the mind, floating
in cerebral spinal fluid,
Into which, if all
had a glimpse, one
fractional glimpse, of ME,
of YOU,
of who WE
really ARE,
Then the beauty encased
within that aged pearl,
built day after day after
tomorrow might be brighter.
Tomorrow,
when pearl transforms
and diamonds replace.
Exalting what is born
out of anguish.
In an instant, our lost and
wandering souls transform,
feeling the cool touch of
the river that flows through
All who are born
in Logos, which is living,
loving.
Moving perpetually, over
and through all walls,
carrying our eyes,
our hearts, and minds.
Suddenly,
we know deeper,
with knosko we
love one another
unconditionally,
with agape, like the displaced
family we are.
With that glimpse we see
no beginning or end between us,
no walls and no borders,
we love as if
it is ourselves we love.
I as if it is me
as if within me lay
the beauty of all.
One stream
within the delta
of humanity.

[1] Greek: Unconditional Love
[2] Greek: Erotic Love
[3] Greek: True Knowledge
[4] Greek: Living Word