I like the smell of beer too,
once my Lover drinks it.
But I like the taste of wine better,
from your treasured chalice.
My Lover’s breath is bittersweet,
fermented words & barley
His Souls whisperings are hot and holy,
His Expression, my preferred addiction.
Your cup is overflowing,
Will you not pour me a glass of my own?
Don’t hold on to all the goodness now,
There’s no fun or love in hoarding.
Share if you care to,
But don’t spill a single drop.
But don’t waste!
And save me a little bit of loving…
Here’s to a beautiful evening.
and our planet is just another particle in an Ocean of Space…
then boy, do we have a heck of a lot more evolving to do!
Let us be more like Trees!
So unmistakably connected to the Earth and Sky,
they ground Light into the material plane
and as a WASTE PRODUCT produce Life-Giving Air
~ Prana ~
What a wonderful Energy-exchange!
(I wouldn’t mind Working It day-in/day-out if what I produced was that inspiring! Although what I currently get paid to write during the day satisfies one’s needs, it doesn’t seem to fulfill this One’s Desires…)
One must take the time to Truly Inhabit The 3-Dimensional Spacesuit though.
When you don’t…
The Body languishes,
Heart connections are cold
The Mind is loose,
and Energy leaks out of you like a bleeding mother fucker.
How does one Incarnate?
It is a deeply personal quest and noBody else can know but You.
But for this Body,
Alone-Time is VITAL.
(Preferably before the Sun and the Little Ray of Light rises. <3)
Tune in to the Silence.
Drop in to the Void.
And this is what I write about in the evenings…
Like a Tree,
I Take In
all that is,
and could be
of Every Moment, of every day
and with these words
I ripple out my Best Desires for All into Sacred Space.
Some nights are steamier than others…
the mist rises
like my bare chest
as I try to make Beauty of it All,
even in Pain.
Sitting on a lonely bench, searching for the Sunlight to warm her fragile body,
she saw him.
Dressed in white, in a jovial mood with friends, he skipped his way into town,
and into her Heart.
Their eyes met. They barely spoke.
But when their palms touched…
In the Space Between.
Lets walk together, She said.
I shall follow you into the Night, He said.
And thus a pilgrimage into a Desert of Dreams began.
Beneath a blanket of Stars and the gentle embrace of the cold, dark Night,
Side by side, feet stepping onto the sand,
she healed his Heart with the warmth of her hands.
She did not know it then…but it was a Journey that would Heal Her Soul. Lost, many times long ago, searching for love in all the wrong places, this time when she stopped looking and started truly giving,
the kind that lasted Lifetimes would come waltzing in.
Who knew, it would be start of something True…