A Date

I would like to make a date

to kiss you,

to inhale your smile,

and swallow your laughter.

I want an invitation

to travel from your head

down to your feet

in some utter delight

using you as

the vehicle

to come and go.

 

I wish for a rendezvous

to whisper

in the darkness

and the light

in those moments

when I stare into your eyes

as they flutter to my knowing.

 

I want a date to give

and take

and be again

in the euphoria

of our union

because true love stories

never end.

Level of Awareness

Don’t get angry or frustrated with someone because they don’t think like you. Everyone is on their own spiritual path even when they aren’t consciously aware of their evolution. They are coming from their own place of beliefs and perception. It’s hard to understand and accept at times but, I promise you, that in each of us there is a reason we think the way we do. It is childhood programming, based on beliefs and traumas, or experiences. We are all on our own unique paths. This is what makes diversity!

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Soul Reflection

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Love sits
patiently aching
to be assumed.
The soul’s joy
reciprocates
with radiance,
beauty
and endless compassion
through a mirrored reflection
reversed through time.

“I am here.
I am there.
I am everywhere.”

I wait for the discovery
of self

while you bathe in

the false uncertainties

that you don’t deserve

to be YOU

even when Divinity

gazes through

your soulful eyes.

Surrender

Touch me

here

inside my chest

and grab a tight hold

of my all.

Cut through

the façade of illusions

that this can erupt

our hearts

into pieces

if we were to dive

without a parachute.

 

Love is indestructible,

infrangible,

shatterproof.

 

It will always expand

each particle

of our being

waiting to be endorsed

as a mutual contract

for two spirits

to finally surrender

into a mystical union.

 

Take me.

Make me.

Wake me.

You will never break me.

I am complete

because you have entered

into my life

for a moment,

a lifetime,

in a small memory

of something that is intangible,

but so pleasantly sweet…

beyond my imagination.

In Your Hands

There…

feel the soil

nails deep in earth,

fingers thrusting and pushing.

Smell terra firma

as growth begins

with your help

triggering all

molecules and particles

as your extension.

You can choose

to hold on to what is good

even if it is

a handful of creation,

the ground,

the tree of your existence.

Hold space,

the universe,

and God

right in between your palms.

Trail the path,

feel the power and let go,

allowing life to engulf you.

Let it sit and move and grow

so that you can witness

the greatness,

the vastness,

the miracle

of the Divine

as it integrates in YOU.

A Divine Present

 

It comes,
unexpectedly,
like a tornado
with words crashing
against
my brain.

There is no safety.
No net.
No prelude.
No warning.

Every aspect of my spirit
gets poured
onto a page with
a surprise of knowledge,
a magical gift —

from somewhere else,
some mystical wisdom.

And I let it flow,
taking forward everything in its path,
with dry rain
of words,
of me,
of an incomplete life…

wrapped in divinity.

Absolutes or Maybes

I think in absolute’s,

definite’s, and yeses

gliding in and out of surprises

and sensational possibilities.

This drives you bonkers

as if I am some Mary Poppins

ready to take us in flight

with a magic umbrella

erasing all the chaos

in the unforeseen future.

 

You think via analysis,

probabilities,

and maybe’s

which usually turn into no’s.

Despite it all we

sometimes

fly together

as you place

discomfort to one side

and allow

my spontaneous combustion

to be the wind

underneath us both.