If I am out of myself
being one feather
in Your endless flight
we brush against each other
like the wind and the waves.
Then there is the
entering and becoming
when You and I
are the flying away
of everything
but the dazzle of astonishment.
You do not come to me
and I do not receive You.
This place where we meet
is tidal, like a lunar womb.
When a bud opens to the sun
that perfume
is the essence of One.
When lovers grasp
that inner kiss
only bliss speaks.
Sea Goddess - Acrylic Prints by Brandy Saturley
