Supernova Mandala 

Opportunity

If I miss the opportunity to love,
My life will count as less than nothing.

Within tragedy's bleak borders,
Seeds of reconciliation await me:
Stripping me of pretense,
their salve restores my innocence.

Heart's emptiness;
Desperate, perfecting and purifying longing:
Guides my actions effortlessly.

I dance in the whirlpool of annihilation:
A flickering swirling ember from my own funeral pyre.

Rising above the din, relieved of form:
A pirouette sans dancer in brilliant ascension.

A fugue of life in death's minor key:
Unveiling the mystery, layered around an empty centre.

Oh my love, perfect:
Time yields to stillness.