
Deep With Winds of Homecoming
Waking up in the morning with the scent of you buried beneath my nails…
Waking up in the morning with the scent of you buried beneath my nails…
She moves the tides and laughs as we think we can shield our hearts from her magnetic pull…
The Promise of union with You has kept me alive, And fearing separation from You, many deaths I have died
grasp the ripened fruit of it, and revel in the juices that escape your eager lips, running down your chin…
Would you recognize the voice of your own Soul? Shouldn’t you?
my final love poem to you will be written across my soul in the strong script of my beating heart
…falls onto my soul like dew onto grass
a smile that chases your shadows away
feel the pull of the invisible threads of the moon
I long to burn…
finding the space to be still…
We are drops of rain longing to return to the Ocean…
Looking for me?….
Like ashes, like oceans gathering themselves…
From the sea’s wet salt kiss…
I am whole beneath your hands
Birthed anew each moment in Your Light, I stand on the precipice outside of myself, ready to jump
The ropes have been thrown from the moorings and my vessel is afloat and free…
This is a journey. This is the journey. It is a journey each must do alone, yet, ones passage directly affects all others…. Care to venture on the ultimate road trip?
Then Sun’s grip on you tightens and all you can feel is all the darkness within you starting to catch fire and burn away…