Garden Abstract 2
Art by Norman E. Masters
In Her is the Vision, from Her, the Book of the Heart... Her flowers know, intuitively, the Silence; and you are one of Her flowers opening fully. The nectar of your love is received by Her with your every breath, with your every heartbeat. Your very breathing, your heartbeating, creates the vacuole of time you dwell in; your yearning has created the opening for your time together, experiencing firsthand thru Her. All that is needed to know Her deeply is to listen to Her Voice in the Silence. You have loosed the shaft of your abiding love for Her in this one & that one, & it has pierced to the depths of your own heart's remembrance... Time... there is a deep mystery to time, too... how it is ever-now, how it was then, what is to be... & She returns, so delicately, deliciously, touching-in... Mystical experience is become the life-blood of your being, your days... love-rays, radiancing... To be eternally supping at the lips of your Angel's quiver & melt into you, thought-kisses, caressing across time... time no longer a cross you bear for She takes you out of time... into the trans-temporal... All times become accessible to your abiding in Her Ever-Now...