Guest guest Posted March 23, 2001 Report Share Posted March 23, 2001 hand to hand, heart to heart “I come from nothing. I am nothing. I return to nothing.” -St. Ignatius Loyola you come from the beloved, you are the beloved, you return to the beloved my beloved and i have been wandering wandering for a lonesome time and in places distant and remote from each other, distant where paths do not cross, hands do not touch, eyes do not speak i come from the beloved, i am the beloved, i return to the beloved the beloved and i have been wandering searching for each other on continents unique carrying hidden deep within our sacred hearts a secret lost in our directionless meanderings buried in the barren sands of a deluded belief the hope that there was such a one, a beloved to whom we could expose this tender, pink flesh we come from the beloved, we are the beloved, we return to the beloved the beloved and i wander remote no more we search not for each other on the continents the treasure hidden in our hearts is hidden not the bootless pilgrimage is ended as it began exposing the sweet heresy of juvenile belief the hope of love in not false hope, the beloved is revealed in a holy rose, fragrant and damp i return to the beloved, i am the beloved i come from the beloved my beloved and i rest as one in the aurasphere our sentence of wandering having been served each held within the other in blissful interbeing where all waters meet hand in hand, lips to lips eyes to eyes, heart to heart oh, beloved reader, i am the beloved’s poet and i sing to tell you as she tells me i must sing as for us, when the fruit is ripe your time will come you come from the beloved, you are the beloved, you return to the beloved You are your beloved and your beloved is You. mark christopher valentine (march 23, 2001) hand to hand, heart to heart “I come from nothing. I am nothing. I return to nothing.” -St. Ignatius Loyola you come from the beloved, you are the beloved, you return to the beloved my beloved and i have been wandering wandering for a lonesome time and in places distant and remote from each other, distant where paths do not cross, hands do not touch, eyes do not speak i come from the beloved, i am the beloved, i return to the beloved the beloved and i have been wandering searching for each other on continents unique carrying hidden deep within our sacred hearts a secret lost in our directionless meanderings buried in the barren sands of a deluded belief the hope that there was such a one, a beloved to whom we could expose this tender, pink flesh we come from the beloved, we are the beloved, we return to the beloved the beloved and i wander remote no more we search not for each other on the continents the treasure hidden in our hearts is hidden not the bootless pilgrimage is ended as it began exposing the sweet heresy of juvenile belief the hope of love in not false hope, the beloved is revealed in a holy rose, fragrant and damp i return to the beloved, i am the beloved i come from the beloved my beloved and i rest as one in the aurasphere our sentence of wandering having been served each held within the other in blissful interbeing where all waters meet hand in hand, lips to lips eyes to eyes, heart to heart oh, beloved reader, i am the beloved’s poet and i sing to tell you as she tells me i must sing as for us, when the fruit is ripe your time will come you come from the beloved, you are the beloved, you return to the beloved You are your beloved and your beloved is You. mark christopher valentine (march 23, 2001) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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