What you seek is seeking you. ~ Rumi Snow fell covering our streets in white tenderness. And still, the wild roses are blooming. Their gentle bodies of stem are holding on holding strong, and their petals are wide opened, in love’s certainty and deep knowing....
ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scent of the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us, re-shape us, twist us, even tangle us but never break...
he steps into the sea of course he is beautiful, of course i am afraid of the way keeping him a secret makes loving himinevitable i try to convince myselfthat the sun shining in the middle of our nightisn’t shining...
ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how shadows can stretch us, twist us, re-shape us, even tangle us but never break us how soul touches soul on the lips and you take my wrist knowing...
“I am my beloved and my beloved’s mine” ~ Song of Songs 6:3 Dear heart, This is part two of my series Mystic Nights. Think of it as nightly stories where I sit down to share and cultivate a sacred space for mysticism, esoteric understanding,...
