Love on low tide

Rasa Ravi, 2022

Because of that thought
my soul is stinking,
my descent to hell, again,
to the abyss, sinking.

Being low in humility
but high on pride,
high in estrangement,
in Love on low tide.

When the heart can’t bear
its content enclosed,
and is spilled over,
vulnerable and exposed,

the stack is overflown:
access granted.
My candle-flame in Your
wind-storm slanted.