Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Endless Flight

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