Is the unspoken balance, Beloved, still held in secrecy?
Does our heart live the music without a song to sing?
Can the wind still blowing, spirit-wind thru our minds,
count as being some form of miracle?
Do we court the *is* of this *now*
to find Eden again upon the apple-flavored kiss
from another's lips?
When does the larger loving begin, again?
Were we woven together as a strand,
coming into time, the *un*weaving of our together
taking place in time that we be re-woven,
in a broader weave... fabric of our destiny?
Amidst glyphs of understanding
is full expressiveness *possible*
of the dark, intuitive knowledge?
Inhaling Your fragrances
works a kind of powerful sorcery inside us...
Your becomingness, beckoning...
our own awakening into becoming more wholly
& holily Your taking us beyond all reckonings... |
