Travelling the abyss;
dim waters
of illusory fear…
Surrendering to the pull…
hook, line
and sinker…
Allowing for revelation;
waxing exposure
naked and flailing…
With only
her shadow
to warm her…
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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.
Obscura
Obscura
Her touch felt distal,
a million miles away…
As though she were elsewhere;
a different landscape, time, day…
I felt it; a quiet Joy emanating
a tickling of her soul…
An akin Joy that Blesses my days
a privilege to behold…
Though, this moments Joy
was not offered for my tasting…
I felt it so deeply
her heart ‘masquerading’…
As the drawbridge between us
slowly raised by her hand…
Left me floating and reeling
to forage new land…
Bereft and confused
as to why her heart sheltered…
the Joy her soul ached for
a dance to remember…
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…
Hear…
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
