flame of *Your* Flaming, Beloved...

Round & round i go, like a small world orbitting Your numinosity...

If i drew nearer to Your Light, like a moth to a candle, would i burst aflame?

Spontaneous combustion? -- those who drew too near to Your intensitudes, too quickly? That all-consuming consummation...

Metamorphosis... thru all the bodily cocoons of time. It is no small thing to draw near to the Divine.

The latent power is within each of us, flame of Your flaming -- a candle to the sun...

Doorways thru time... every past thought that has been recorded... all that can be remembered... Memory, a doorway to the past. Imagination, a doorway to multidimensional futures. It all happens somewhere, somewhen, in ever-now...

That You love us is fore-given. That we love *You* deepens our linkage. It is thru *our* love that we come to know, more deeply, *Your* love... You *are* the latent power of love within each heartbeat.

O scintillant wonder -- to look up from under Your wings, Shekhina, & realize that every star is one of Your eyes.

Across the deeps of night my heart yearns for Your immensitudes of light...

i am a candle, flickering in the breath of Your tease... You set my heart alight...

In Your eyes i see a reflection of angels, dancing...

How can my love know boundaries, taking flight into Your boundlessness?

All that has been forgotten... to be remembered again... And then... all that has been remembered, to be forgotten again...

O Love, remember me
like a kiss of sweetest bliss
upon your lips...

*all* of them...

softly...
delicately...
like the feather*touch
of a wish...