to the soul that starves

to the soul that starves,
a drop of impassioned nectar is an eternity filled

to the heart that hungers,
the barest nod of recognition sparks a holy fire,
consummates a raging storm
desert water trickles the arroyo into becoming

in the silence, a single word of truth overspeaks a blather of insincerity
amid the darkness, the mere touch of a fingertip reverberates the infinite embrace
love’s taste upon the tongue a feast for the yearning,
jasmine rose murmurs the musk of redolent wine

to the weary, downtrodden,
succor arrives on barely-noticed wings
ennobles the faint-hearted
authenticity’s moment stills the fragile bubble of time

within a hint of awareness lies the all-knowing
in the afterglow resides the ever-known
unspoken imperceptible action births new life
pebblestones strewn about in unalloyed profusion

to the ravenous and thirsting,
a grain of sand strains the folds of empty
it is but a droplet that floods interior tributaries
rapture enters the room unbidden, unheard

to the spirit that aches for the sacred,
sustenance in a whisper groans