Liquid Desire

She climbs in. Invited in my vision I reach for a hand, her 

face. I am virgin touching her feminine skin. How many 

times will it take to receive her beauty? What must she say 

to feel my touch worthy of her purity? Little she knows of 

my true desire. Her breath on top of mine lines of love and 

sacred blood lines pulse down my spine, I am screaming 

inside aching for no body. Patience is the aphrodisiac of
God and yet I want to devour this essence 

in one touch...with my lips, open hungry wild furry. Slow 

down and feel and this divine force has no limits we can 

explode light realms. Love is a meditation as intimacy as 

unification. They are secret codes buries in our desires. 

Images and wisdom beyond our tiny minds. How long 

must I live in fear that this time will pass? When can I sink 

into the warm sand of her lips and drink in the 

knowing of all time? When will I really lose myself to her 

female unfolding endless unknown nurturing beauty? 

When can I trust Gods light inside the cave of this love 

grooved in eternity lines? To study mysticism is to look in 

the eyes of my Beloved. Woman. Timeless awe and pure 

nectar. 

The key

Into me she dwells. Like castles turned to sand I can’t find my hands in the midst. Her depth, this calling deep inside keeps me tranced. There. Alone even in this side by side status. Where did she go, listening I press my ear to the door of golden knowledge.  Aloft into this billowed prison. Her hands are tied with crumbs slid under doorways, the sunshine is here for you.

Crawl open. Crawl into this time and place I have to show you. The flowers are trickling down my spine you showed me. Remember their grace as they lick inside of the trumpets you can hear them. What would happen if you jumped lifetimes ahead of this. Not to repeat anything but truly you were given me, your golden ticket of advance relating. There is nothing but white pockets empty that you dig for. There is something at my doorway I guarantee. God whispered in my ear I have something to share with someone who holds the key. You held it and then slipped out of hands so quickly you forgot to grip it with sacred knowledge. I gave this to you, the release at your gate. Do you think I would want to hand over this to another? Is it possible the game that god given me is thistle thick with another’s awakening. Intertwined is our eyes opening into dusk. I will not do this with another. Beloved. Again, you knock on my door.

You awaken to your hearts true freedom, to love open wide thick branches to swing upon. Romantic I know, this is the song that plays in my corner with pillows and colors splashed unto my shore. If not now, when will you return? I waited lifetimes for this union our contract to be known. I refuse to let this go in spite of work, being seen into the light of all we know. This is not the last time we will wrestle into the grass against my will. Gracious you try but my heart is pressed under glass.

A labyrinth of mist she melts it through silence. She melts me in silence. I bow to her blankets under the sheets. She covers me, loves me, forgotten how to live inside of this gift. She is flooded with wandering lusting life longer to be told to her. This is part of purpose on holy ground. I imagine a day when my heart sings, laughs at the times in the sand and mud, when questions were the song to awaken and sleep. When even the speck of doubt rocked my world. 

Can one be romantic surrendered to the chaos of love in the long marathon to dance if you must. I can let go if you are not here watching me again with eyes of this living legacy. Lift off your blankets. Lift time inside of my heart. Show me this truth you whispered in my ear of our love. You will never love another yet you can’t hold my key without purpose. Know that which you hold in your hand and promise this kept way I have to give. 

It is no mistake I will wait for you. It is no matter who stands at the gates if its not you. I accept no other. I accept nothing but your presence and awakening in front of me. My patience is my life purpose. To live, awakened, to be visited by human frailties in the wallows. Listen closely and you will awe at humanity and it’s ancient way. It isn’t that far for you to come my love. Take my hand now. It’s time to jump the tracks and sacred commitment to it now. You will never reach your peak without this turntable. Look her in the eye. The romantic, the longing luscious now. Call out to her, to him in the pyramid called me. I am a prism for your awakening. Surrender to my asking. Say yes to your awakening through my desires. You will only praise the teacher when lessons are learned. 

naked before me

the air of my hearts key. 

who can hold it in their hands? 

shaky and raw, filled with her own uncertainty. 

who can hold the tender space of white and gold dust. 

the barely seen naked truth. 

can she wait for me while I am barren. 

will she remember the times, alone in her room asking the unbearable truths. of my aloneness, the wandering images and seeking for ground. 

who will travel into those caverns of it all, forgetting she has a mission but to be. who shall annoint this place with fine oil and rose. 

a whisper of time swept with present life. is this time all but wasted prairie land been to in dreams? 

meeting in fields of one bird and then. 

who in time can trust all that awakens with no movement. 

how can one step into here-- bring this shameless enterprise of my being. why did i choose her? she holds the key. 

naked beautiful hand. i saw her in my dream. 

our angel dressed in aqua chentile flow. 

he walked with joy behind our dangling legs over the ledge of knowing. 

i slowly reach into watery eyes and breathe. no where to run. she stands before me. stop fighting.

Unflawed Reality

When we meet our romantic partner God gives us a gift. We see the pure light of God in the other. We do not see the flaws in the other and when the other sees no flaws in us, we see ourselves as perfect and unflawed. This is not an illusion. This is the truth. We serve God in the other and receive the light for ourselves as we serve him.

In the next phase of relationship, we reconnect with our ‘normal’ lives. People, places, responsibilities. These are all of the places we have forgotten the light of God exists. Perhaps we see it a little bit but value the romantic partner more because there’s more light there.

As time goes by we begin to see our own flaws again and the flaws in the other. We start to believe in the illusion of flaws. We criticize and fear and get confused about what we are looking at. We start to say things like, oh we don’t have that spark anymore. I know everything about my partner there’s nothing new to discover. This is the lie.

The gift in the early days with a new partner is the potential we have to live in the true reality in which every being is a channel for Gods light. If we choose to have a light based truth then we must radically eradicate and clear all beliefs of flaws in ourselves and the other. There’s nothing we can do to shift the perspective of the other. They are either choosing to serve and see God in themselves and the other or they are seeing the illusion of flaws. If they are in the illusion of flaws, they will be seeking and searching for something new, exciting, different, other than what is in front of them. If they are living in the light of the truth, then every being that emerges in consciousness will be experienced as a gorgeous gift and celebrated as if they are their beloved. The only difference between the ‘romantic’ partner and the friend is the form. The form offered by God to ‘romantic’ partners is the opportunity to intertwine one body completely with and in the other in moments to experience the porthole. The porthole is Gods gift to us in our incarnation. When we can align ourselves as romantic partners 100% in the light we are given a peak behind the curtain of flawed reality perception. We are reminded that the purest most gorgeous peaceful forgiving loving light is always there and waiting for our return to him when we are done with the illusion of the human form. Once you experience this alignment you will not stand for any other. The only way to experience this intertwinement is to release all sense of ‘I’ self and thinking mind. If you are blessed to be able to let go of flawed reality for long enough and release into this nothingness with your ‘romantic’ partner you will know and it is unmatched. Why ‘romantic’ partner? The body in complete surrender with the mind in complete surrender intertwined with two souls and two bodies was the perfect design that God created. We choose who we want to play this game with. The master level of this game realizes that the flawed reality is one to know but let go of. We must stand for this under all circumstances. And yet we must also recognize if the mission of two people is the same. We are all trying to get there because the flawed reality is painful, spinning and uncomfortable. However until one recognizes this truth of the gift they will live in fractals of the flawed reality and base this truth on inadequacies of those around them or circumstance. If you are lucky enough to recognize this truth, it is because you have been given the gift of complete surrender or the knowing of what is possible with complete surrender. There are other paths to this besides ‘romantic’ union, such as meditating on the light reality within each and every moment. This will be some enlightened one’s pathway but it is rare. The ‘romantic’ union pathway is a gift we have been given. Once the light truth is realized, the transformation comes with rapid light speed and you will never look back. 

in God's hands

There is so much beauty my eyes hurt from seeing. There is a tender lightening at the core of listening. To her heartbeat. The lost whisper of her soul and mine intertwined. Traveling together we watch for signpost of the other to mark the trail. I am listening at her doorstep at the groove of her opening. I am longing for her hands to meet mine with eyes. She is my lover my pantomime. Language is singing in my ears if only she could hear me sounding front line true. Incantations only last by your side until God slides the shade.

Over. Over.