Who knows anymore How to create family With blood Or without? Are we all Lonely and alone, Paralyzed To speaking truth, To bleeding For others to see? There: The tragedy When two souls touch And get waylaid By superficial fantasies And infatuations Which dam And damn True meeting. Here we stand In the ruins Of silence Broken only In secret, Where always Always It consumes us. That is the devastation Of heart throb Instead Of heart open Without thought Of attraction, Dancing As equals Who ask And demand Nothing. Nothing of body But communion. Nothing of soul But seeing. Nothing of heart But boundless Love.