Emotional to the point of rationality
Engulfed by a vision
She listens through heart,
Not to longings self-nurtured,
But a truth which imparts.
Swirling in presence,
She embodies the knowledge in whole
A sense felt through vastness,
Rooted in past and in future to grow.
Breathing, it opens and curls,
As she lies here in patience, seeing it swirl
Unsurprised to receive what she long might suspect
Knowing all is
and not a drop less.
Once upon that time with ease you flowed to me,
On you eyes I laid and soaked
what truths your soothing voice
in essence pure conveyed.
Paths again may never cross,
but this to you I wish to say,
your faith in what the mind may choose,
planted courage in life’s way.
In your words I found freedom,
In your arms I found hope.
In your silence I suffered.
In your absence I thought.
Since, partitions have shattered
and rays through so beautifully shine,
as purpose in liberty forcelessly grows
and strength in your words forever shall lie.
The rain of today
brings winds before of yesterday
and where the sun tomorrow may lie
strikes but a moment
as your touch upon mine
seldom in future and past may lay.
Tomorrow may shine on yesterday’s flurry,
but, embrace me, love!
Drink me, never but today forever,
those temporal torrents diluting
as through you I flow
and in us deliverance sustain.
To feel that one is one they
ought to be;
Rooting through ground and
flowing from spaces delivered.
Curling in
to open out
and breathe what restful patience
to orchestrate within decides.
Holding not, permitting but
To draw in undulation and in bliss.
To pause from love and take one’s break,
To fret alone, alone to shake,
To think about what’s there to make
And love not so for love’s own sake.
To rest the self and feel the space,
To love but once a many face,
To see how aimless is the chase
And bring to light the truthful trace.
To trust love’s purpose and its place,
To praise its whims with patient grace,
To draw the line, then to retrace
And faith in ease and life to place.
It flows in her
(the sacral that drifts)
as mystery upon her palms unfurls.
Aeons of current, unbroken,
moving no time
and through space unabating.
‘Unease, I feel you.’
To see by the thread
that life on her bequests,
standing alone in the boundless, consumed;
scared by the depth unexplored
and sacred in vastness released.
She swims in a vastness which drifts
And within its essence caresses;
In a love of past lives, uncovered,
Through rhythm and motion and boundless expanse.
So it becomes
(her advance of no mould)
In uncertainty covered and tension released,
As she swims through the vastness
(Swallowed by it)
And her fondness softly embraces.
