Sol

Her honeyed kiss…
ever so tender
brings me
to my knees
in prayer.

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Momento

I look for you
in the silence;
the soft pause
between each breath…

It is here
that I taste your presence;
the sacred nuance
of immortality…

Murmuration

And as she paused to listen…
Starlings took flight
in graceful dance
of proclamation-
for what her heart
innately knew.

Humanity

Theirs was a secret
as infinite
as timelessness…

cradled softly 
in the palm 
of their hands;

a whisper of evermore
a song of Always
a grain of eternity… 

beating through the Universe 
that shines 
through their eyes… 

Spiritus

Holy you…
a touch
without hands
ecstasy breaches

Breath suspends…
a portal
quivers
dimensions fuse

Elucidation dances…
perspiring
on the brow
of dear mystical souls.

Numinous

 

 

It was green…
the waking
the drowning
in remembrance…
the gaiety
of IS…

Our sails afloat…
on an infinite course
dressed
in the humility…
of Divinity’s
grace…

Angelicus

 

 

 

Remember beloved soul…
in the moments of weighted heart,
you are swathed in the down
of Angels wings

And when you rise…
you will glide as an eagle,
cresting the sunrise
of a harvest moon

And when you look up…
you will see your raidiance,
dance across the majesty
of an opalescent sky

And when the wind billows…
as the trees begin to dance,
you will hear the sacred aria
of Loves lullaby.

…

Listen my child;
for therein resides
a melody of peace.

Gravity…

 

Quieter still…
deliciously bemused
gathered in consonance
yielding to the hymn
of a morning star…

Patina

 

 

Ethereal souls…
weighted
by bone;
anchored
to dance
with gravity

Come now…
voice
of heart;
breathe
to kiss
Ubiquity.

In Kind…

 

All the while they journey
polishing scars into gold,
with the Light of the hands
that hold them

And of this sojourn
within this florid vessel,
garnish thy soul
in the soils of Being

With reverence of cause
through Love Divine,
may stillness be thy dance
and Love thy soulful opus

With peace and in kind
of Spirit and with grace,
know thyself and honor thus
the fruit of All seasons

For the cradle of Truth
rests on the bough of balance;
where Love is
was and ever shall Be.

Before honor is humility.
~ Proverbs 15:33