Thursday, May 14, 2015
is that it never stands still
sometimes to my dismay.
Love morphs at an astronomical rate,
which I have learned in my adventures
with you and yours.
Deeply in my pulsing heart,
Your treasure is nestled.
More enriching then a a soothing fire on a winter's night.
Even when you switched gears,
... just remembering your presence can bring me to tears.
I continue to comprehend,
... Love supremely plants treasures in my Soul.
A collage that fortifies my wisdom,
long after the sparkling presences spread distances.
In my mind with you,
I have spent time
reciprocating and retreating,
.... all so suffocating to the energy of living today.
While our chemistry has dissolved,
I am fond of the treasures you are now.
United, our hearts share a specific synchronicity,
naturally resounding to countless
universes and constellations.
The nature of Love,
is that it never stands still.
Without swimming in
Each feeling a substantial obelisk,
Guiding but never telling.
I soar without reason,
not tethered by compelling explanation.
The gnawing waves encompass me,
A billion cells singing the glory
of resplendent tailings.
Surreptitiously I am exchanged,
towards the only sprawling abyss
delivering copious contentment.
I pray it will satisfy my ravenous thirst.
The Holy are sending sacred tones.
Scintillating and imperceptible to sensory customs.
Steadfast, I AM, soaking unequivocally
in the Knowing - there is no other.