Incandescence

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The soul is as, a lady in waiting, in the court of an ardent

King. Dressed as a visible beauty, that He may enjoy her

attendance within Himself. We are occupied like this for the

Love that Is, to be its own becoming. We are retained in

sovereignty, to serve the passion of the universe to Be.

Soul dances within her many veils, knowing her

sensuous movements are a wave of absence that must be

served as passion, until it is spent. Consumed by Loves own

attraction to be this desire.

This very longing to be the affection of God, is Loves

movement. It is the emotive sway of your celestial-being.

There is no separation from the dance, the dancer and the

One who dances you. Only be bound by this rapture, and

you shall be the flight of divine imagination itself.

This celebration of attendance to absence, is a coronation

that love reveals to itself, within a lantern show of

meaningless time. A pageant played out in shadow, that the

soul may come to the light of its own eternal body. A light

that retains the universe within it. There is no separation

from the Source, the impulse and the becoming.

The flame cannot see itself, yet its fire illumines. When the

flame seems to fail, it springs up as fire somewhere else. This

dancing in space, is the souls lovemaking, and Gods

attraction to be known. Life consumes its fire for the

pleasure of a love that is an ocean of light, that flares to

become visible.

The hand maiden of the Lord is as a womb within a seed. A

soul birthed in veils, that it may uncover Gods nakedness. In

such a way as this, love contracts in labor to give new

breath to its creations. God is the becoming of this

undressing, that His love can be known as infinite

incandescence.

The Beloved so loves you, that He has given you this bright

jewel of transience, that you may be the crowning of

creation once more. Fear nothing in this flame of your

being, for you are the love of His life. The living One. A

hyaline of light, that it is His favor to make His own.

I have gone to fish for the moon.

A sliver fish in the dress of longing.

The red-blooded sun

drops into the cool sea.

The cormorant is full of fish

diving for air,

and an ancient hunger.

I remember the way Love looked

when the world flew away.

Such a lovely wingspan of nakedness.

The secret of Love is you.

You are become what you always were,

A passion molded to the image of love

for the delight of Love.

Now that I know You love me,

I can forget about all those questions,

seekers ask to while away their lonely journey.

The starlight comes back

and the days turn perfectly.

Children are content to be children.

Why should I grow up in the world any more?

love

eric

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