Beloved, Mine,

 

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Beloved, mine,
The days fly
off their spool
like a delicate tapestry
woven from time
that unravels
while sleeping.
Upon waking,
the approaching sun
reveals you there beside me.
I feel a quickening of my soul,
a transcendent drive
to consummate ecstatic union.
I reach out to you
and find you reaching back to me
with delicate hands
and soft touch.
Our lips press.
Our hands caress.
Our bodies entwine.
I enter with intention,
complete in your embrace,
and fall into your eyes.
With every press,
every stroke,
every shared breath,
we reach ever higher.
Our sounds,
like the Song of the Universe,
rise to the Heavens
as the heady scent of us,
like incense,
drifts beyond the atmosphere,
carried by cries of passion
that commune with the Divine.

I turn myself inward,
to see you from within,
and find you looking back at me.
Through your eyes
I see eternity.

We are One.

 


Image: “Spiritual Gate” by Patrick Flies

A Place of Love

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I sit in silent contemplation and awe of the direction my life has taken. Where I’ve been. Where I’m headed. I am amazed by the change that has manifested in my life because of my persistent dedication to my intentions but if I allow it, and I do allow it, I feel a pressure in my chest, a tightening of my throat.

It is anxiety. Stress. Worry.

It is a reminder of those things that brought me to this point; hard memories of hard times that led to hard decisions that brought me to who and where I am now.

I allow those feelings to express themselves completely. The disappointments. Failures. Shame. Guilt. They are the voice of my soul asking for my attention and tender affection. I listen.

I don’t ever want to forget those things. They keep me grounded. On my path. But I never allow them to control me. My past has no place here. Now. Except to keep me on course by reminding me who not to be.

I have allowed those hard times to make me soft. Vulnerable. I am ever grateful for that. There is strength in that softness.

With eyes closed, I breathe deep and slow, acknowledge those feelings, then treat myself with the same loving compassion I would treat anyone else who was suffering.

I lay one hand on my belly, the other on my heart, and, with honest sympathy, I repeat those same words to my Self that I would tell anyone I care about;

“I love you.
I am listening.
I am here.”

In doing so I release those feelings and love rushes in to replace them.

I keep a place in my heart
for my Beloved.
I keep her heart in my heart.
For it to be a place
where she feels the care
and compassion
and passionate love
I keep there for her
it must be a place of love.
For it to be that place
I must first love myself.
In loving myself
I love her.

This is what it means to love myself and why it is so important.

So I sit in quiet contemplation and awe of the direction my life has taken and in that quiet contemplation I find gratitude, even for the reminders of the past that led me here.

a moment in eternity

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you are in the kitchen
while I sit in silence in the other room
releasing my thoughts
and the energy that carried me through the day
soft music plays
a bluesy roughness
with hypnotic beat
that draws me near
I come up behind you
pull you close
kiss your neck
pull you close while touching you gently
with purpose
my hand raises to your heart
the focus of my attention
as I lightly caress the base of your spine
I offer the life that flows
from your heart to mine
expand on it
return it to each chakra
one by one
as I whisper love
reassure you
guide our energy with my hand
as I reach Vissudha
I replace my hand, now moved to your belly, with a kiss
then lower my hand to your pelvis
seeking pleasure and finding it there
I rest my head against yours
seeing Ajna light up
feel our crown, now joined,
freely pass our energy back and forth between us
a perpetual, growing light
as I breathe you in
feeling you fill me
and returning it
to fill you
with a peaceful calm
with life
with love
I hold you close
knowing
this is but a moment in eternity

 

I am yours

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My heart
Open only to you
Full in your presence
Empty in absence
Of your embrace
Demands my souls
Complete attention
Drives my mind
My every intention
Fuels my emotions
My devotion
My passion
Quells my rage
Settles my desire
That boundless source
Of all that I am
I am grateful
Slave to your touch
Servant of your love
Witness
Of Divine manifestation
I am humbled
To the goddess
You never knew existed
Within you
If I spent my life
Falling on knees
To hardened ground
In worship
With mouth
Tongue
Finger
Sword
Soul
All yours
To command at Will

It could never be enough

I am yours

 

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Image: “Tres Fleurs” by Debbie O’Donnell

The Treasure

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You make me feel
Like a treasure
Long lost
With rusty lock
And seized hinge
Filled with who knows what
Or for how long
That you
The well-timed traveler
Stumbled upon
Broke open with a smile
A touch
A word
A kiss
To reveal within
Beneath ancient coins
Broken gems
Corroded trinkets
Faded clothes
Obscured dreams
Uncertain fears
Missteps
Misadventures
Misunderstandings
A glittering jewel
In which every facet
You are reflected
A spark of Divine origin
Luminous and alive
Full of hope
Promise
Love
How strange
How wondrous
How marvelous
That the treasure within
This aged chest
Is you
Image: “Divine Splendor”  by John Stuart Brown

Slide into you

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I want to slide into you
To feel us merge
Become One
Through the joining of two
A gentle blending of souls
That slips seamlessly
Into a single light
That shines
Brighter than either does alone

 

Image: credited as “Be love from your heart” by Cameron Grey but I am unable to verify this and have doubts since it’s missing some of his trademark insignia like a scorpion. Help would be appreciated on this one.