In the locker-room talk of angels, there is intense ‘buzz’ over your evolution into ecstasy... of your becoming a love-sick-lunatic who knows only one word: ~Source~ The wind does a dervish in your ear, & whispers hand written love-songs; which the Beloved hasn’t been able to stop singing since the moment you arrived in her Imagination’s hallway... which stretches forever in every dimension of space & time. The Sun does somersaults parallel to the Moon, cart-wheeling their way around the waist of the Earth in honor of our arrival at awareness, & whole galaxies of stars fall from their cradle in the night, leaning over the edge of existence just to catch a glimpse of the Perfect-One whose beauty has expressed Itself as a living Poem in You! Subatomic particles are having a party, & inviting every single cell, atom, & molecule in the entire universe to join in! What’s the occasion for this heavenly madness, what’s the reason for this divine insanity? YOU my Dear, you are the reason that Light keeps disappearing into the Darkness of one of God’s many navels. This poem is my prayer-carpet, these words are me bowing towards your approaching presence, like Saints bow towards the rising Sun. For if all the locker-room talk of angels is true, Then you, me, & everything else in existence have been invited as Heaven’s honored guests to attend the royal all-you-can-eat buffet where the main course being served is a billion different kinds of Light, & all beings drink laughter & Love by the barrels-full! Yes Dear-One its true, we are the winning ticket of Oneness! We’ve won the great cosmic lottery of Love, when the Beloved pulled our names from her dark satin bag full of stars & slowly spelled out each sacred syllable, while the Multiverse dangled breathless, in suspenseful silence, upon the brink of bursting into rapturous applause. Come my Sweet, the Moment has finally arrived, for us to trade in our lifetime’s collection of tears, our elaborate masterpieces of suffering, our massive stockpiles of sadness. Time to forsake our flirtatious addictions to insecurity & fear, & take our rightful place in the Sky seated upon clouds, between the Sun & Moon, holding hands with our happiness, & playing ‘footsy’ with Fascination as we softly become One.
Posted on: Tue, 20 May 2014 12:12:10 +0000
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