We are God’s vintage stash... our souls ferment in the wine-skin of our body, until the Beloved decides to pop open her purest press & pour us out as Light to be served in holy communion ceremonies with comets, planets, & stars! Let these words become the luminous seeds that you plant in the holy-ground of your heart, while we play hide & seek in each other’s prayers & dreams... as Love’s tenderness breaks into luminous Laughter & Thought. For you, I have written a thousand glowing secrets upon every page lining the Soul of the Night. For you my Dear, just for you, DreamingBear has scribbled parts of the truth into every tree, river, & rock! I have blown you kisses inside the wind, so that you might know the feel of the Tender-One’s Breath softly tickling the neck of your Soul’s longing to be free. Come my Dear, let us dissolve like a star-lit sugar-cube in the Sky’s sweet sacred mouth, & impregnate the whole hurting world with an uncontrollable urge to rise Soul-over-Senses in-Love with Source. This wine stained wisdom is enough to drive poets insane with wonder & holy-bewilderment over the tiniest details of Light dancing with Divinity in the Dark. I am enamored Pure-One, with your every sacred breath & beat of your heart! I am love-crazed over the way the Beloved has spelled herself out in the honesty of your smile, in the way you move & kiss yourself upon the face of existence with such fierce-unrelenting-grace. For you are Goddess’s vintage stash, her purest press of creative intent, because of you, I have become this drunken laughing nuisance, & keep disappearing into the luscious lips of the Lover’s astonishing Light.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 14:03:05 +0000
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