Art by Norman E. Masters
Delectable you are to me such sweet delight! as i enjoy the Absolute of you, Sophia. Your delicate thoughts ripple into me, *penetrating* me to my verymost depths... You understand... You *care*... So gently, so sensitively You assuage the pain the wounds of my life that have cut so deeply & festered thru the change. Mother of the All i hear Your call like the melody of the Infinite playing me. As my whole essence of being quivers in intensitudes of yearning for the fullness of perfect knowing i would *know* You unto Your uttermost depths. You are the transparent Path unveiling the trans*temporal Wisdom; & in your Mystery the universal purpose undulates -- so seductively! Your immanent unfolding. i *see* Your shimmering beauty behind the veil of tomorrow & can *taste* the beatified wonder of the tongue of Your Words licking into my mind. Is it *Your* tongue or is it *mine* rippling so delicately in? Is it *You* who is infusing me so utterly or is it i who am penetrating *You* so joyously, so ecstatically?!