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To Perform Like Her
Sometimes we go to our hearts
and ask the minstrels and dancers
what songs they want to perform
for the beloved
today.
Everyone gets excited
and starts tuning their instruments,
as love enters
like a priestess
to reveal the magic.
We are given eyes and hands,
becoming artists and lovers,
transforming raw substance
into pure sensuality
to experience every nuance
of the beloved.
She perceives from the inside,
activating drum and flute,
applauding ecstatically
at our innocent attempts
to perform like her.
Ambush
Have you ever been on a walk
through the garden
and had flowers reach out,
grab your shirt,
pull you to the ground,
and make love to you?
We have!
It happens every day
in the garden
that surrounds our house.
Our best occupation
is being outside
with her breath on our faces
and voices calling us
to her ambush.
The first yes always makes you laugh
because it’s unexpected,
creeping up and surprising
your playful self.
We look for that special opportunity
when fantasy lingers in your eyes
to provoke a smile
That yes draws you into our arms,
where we share the warmth
of our dreams
and remembrance of love
with bodies of delight.
With the first yes,
you create pristine existence
and we hear that vibration
in our hearts’ silent chambers.
When we sanctify our love,
cries of ecstasy extend to the stars,
echoing the first yes.
In the Garden
Pure reflections of your grace
emanate from our hearts
the beauty we see about us.
Each beat activates a matrix
connecting us with the eternal,
and each pulse within your pulse
intimately unites us with being.
Bridging worlds with beauty,
conscious of our many selves,
placing ash in the earth,
we wake
to possibilities of love
simple, connected, infinite love.
We proclaim a new age,
where curtain and stage disappear,
truth permeating memory
from the beginning of time.
With love in place
and your sacred parts united,
what will be our task?
As quintessential lovers
we return to your ocean,
and all there is
is love.
We must find a new game to play
in the garden
of wonder and delight.
It’s your turn!
You choose!
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Humor of Love
Enter here,
the realm of humor,
and soar on wings of innocence
along the green ray of love
with your being open
to her presence.
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