Be Curious, that Rifts will not Tend us.

Be Curious, my friend,

that rifts will not tend us,

letting absence pattern this blend,

as light flickers through details

of space and change,

so that borders between us

be intricate curtains, waving in beauty

with soft winds of time.

My enemy, be curious

that I might give you all of me

to be sacrificed in the fire of love

from which this hatred comes.

Be Curious, my child,

not to be fooled by endings.

That the distant moon

will stay a miracle,

that each thought and feeling,

each celebration of pain

and wasteland of joy

will keep the doors ajar

to who you truly are.

Curiosity, she is a fire of love

and the end of ignoring.

She is the conscious one,

the source of every sight,

that lets us remember

that holy care

in being aware.

She is the one

that burns out fear.

She is awakened.

She is here.

Georgi Y. Johnson.