Unchanging Isson ;
living stratum within 
my longing and fragile humanity.

Your Motherly thrum  settles my
heaving chest and echoes in the
dark lonely chambers of my soul. 

Your unflinching beauty soothes
my rising fears and travels as companion
to my warm tears of yearning.

Your Byzantine  constancy trickles
to my heart like water to a thirsty
soul,  settling my melancholia
for oneness  with the Oneness.

Inured of  modernity
your gentle caress eases me
through time’s unceasing flow
an umbilical of spiritual essence
bonding body and spirit to singularity
and constant unflinching existence.

You are my Makers call; His Voice unceasing.
Reaching through all existence to every
corner and every star. No word,
no plea, merely the unchanging
equality  of pulsing constancy.
The Isson of flowing time and utter surrender.