She flows as the wind
Gently caressing
My skin, my heart, my essence
Enlivened
In unspeakable passion
I am incinerated
Only my ashes remain
Awakened from the dream
In her soft and wise words
My everpresent angel
Life is color
Seen through her eyes
Life is joy
Felt through her heart
Life is truth
Known through her Light
Life, wonder, loveliness
In the presence of my angel
She flows in the winds
Touching
Knowing
Living
As one
Your eyes
the vibrancy of the leaves
in late spring.
Your presence
the flight
of the newly risen butterfly,
first sight,
first flight.
Your beauty
the glory of Nature
flowing
forever shown
true.
Your fingers
touch my heart,
my soul,
my essence…
Your love heals me.
Your love makes me smile.
Inside…
and out.
From the depths of our longing souls
We cling to the sometimes dim hope
Of the gift of the Love
That heals
Peace for all the world
Beginning with a giving heart
Giving to another in openness
Stands waiting
For just one
To give to just
One other
It all starts in an instant
With the grace of surrender
Releasing fears, lack, dim illusory seekings
In just an instant
A gift
Given another
All one in holy hope
Infinite string of dominoes
Waiting for just a little nudge
A little gift
Of kindness
We (too often) wait
For the visions and feelings
Of love
To see and feel and give
Love
One gives to another
Another to yet one more
The chain reagent
One outrageous soul
Giving, without need
And peace
Dawns…
The sunrise is paled in your light
Oh sweet present lover of mine
Such a wonderful glorious sight
Oh lover, complete and divine
The moments when you touch my heart
Awakening thoughts from of old
Before time began we were one
Merged in the infinite folds
The moments when you touch my hand
Inside me, I feel all the world
The beauty of your perfect eyes
All at once is the universe unfurled
The moments when you touch my soul
Merging thoughts two hearts now we stand
This man is forever made whole
When you reach out and touch now my hand
She moves as the wind
Chilling me to the bone
As she touches my mind
Flows through my flesh
She is the summation
And the intersection
Of all that is divinely
And gloriously, woman
With a glance, I am shaken
With a touch, surely taken
To the center of her heart
To the warmth of her soul
She moves as the wind
And, I, as the tree, dance
In the beauteous mystery
That, in her, is woman
