come to us, wrap us in your embrace, play in our dreams, dance inside
our bodies, travel on the coattails of our souls,
scent the very breaht that sustains us, tickle our friends so that we may
smile that secret smile, a secret only to the ones who do not smile,
and a delight to the ones who do.
sparkling eyes lift the souls of our dancing shoes
i often think of you, I think about the voices of our souls.
in isolation, some voices contradict others, some speak louder, some can’t
be heard at all.
voices like fibers of a magnificent tapestry. each fiber necessary to create
the design yet a fiber loses identity studied alone.
i think about the blood that runs throught us all: plants, animals, inanimate
objects, spiritual worlds, the skies and all environments.
i can hear you, i can feel your pulse stronger than my own heart. i feel reassured knowing that this voice connect to a benevolant heart.
i hear voices of fear and find yet another friend
your gentle company rifenes my ears to attend beyond the harsh static of
fears projection.fear can not be a gentle counsel guiding us to crevices
we are unaware of, so that we may love more in darkness, what guides us?
day of night does not change what is offered to us, only what we become
aware. what holds us back: fear or restistance to fear?
i feel your presence, everywhere. i hear the gentleness in fear, i hear
your voice in different souls; yet wer are one. when others hurt,
we will feel their pain, when we bring joy to others, we will know their
joy. pain and joy, what separates us but our bodies?
i follow the voice of love, you do not leave a trail, for your imprents
are everywhere. what is heaven but joy? i hear your voice soft, impossible
to deny. i can taste you in my very breath.
i see you with eyes of clarity. i look deep into myself, into others, into the
nature which surrounds us all: gentle love. the gates have
i remember your story as i putter away in my spiritual garden. i try to
nurture joy and give life to that which brings me contentment.
i can see the gardens of others. I can see the seeds of joy they plant
and how they raise their sprouting joy. when a soul sheds it’s clothes in
laughter, i glimpse a heaven that surrounds us. I remember your story,
I remember heaven.
Not so long ago i asked people to walk beside me in the spiritual revealing.
was it only months ago that i laid unquestioning trust on your shoulders?
all this is true. i still ask for guidance and strength.
the beauty of our friendship has a soft, contented glow, often vividly and
with a zest for life, sometimes feeling small, always the feeling of mutual
trust in each other.
not a division of ‘you and i’ just gentle love.
a contented smile and a sparkle of joy that lights our world: love that is byond
the horizon at once embraces us to be alighted.