Guest guest Posted February 25, 2002 Report Share Posted February 25, 2002 A sip of clear Jasmine tea, the rattle of a rain lashed window. Here within this blossoming of love poetry Mozart plays languidly, a lovers piano andante. Wind, earth and sky reflected in my dreaming eye. Inward flowerings of delight, as wisps of fern interlaced consciousness, star seeds and comet tendrils. My thoughts awakening the cosmos. My beard needs trimming. The moustache tickles my upper lip. The hands I look upon have grown graceful recently. I find no hardness in my soul today. No splinters to be plucked from my heart. This body is loving itself as much as it can, to be real for itself. Sweet this music of myself. Falling in love with each molecule of this being-form that agrees to be less than God. Just for this erotic caress of myself, this taste of my beauty. I have sat in my peace space in diamond bright absence. Coming back to this moment as the silken kiss of a sarong, embracing cool legs. Another sip, more fragrant love children from the womb of now. Eyes glistening with pleasure. Dark brown and clear as this warm tea. The world loves my eyes, for it appears naked before them, and puts on it veils seductively, just to play its love games with me. A woman turns in my mind who is a star bright reflection of my soul. The Star and the shine of our wedded radiance lights this world today. I have saved the world again. It is the dawn and the chorus of all existence. I wear that star upon my forehead as the mark of Jesus. Nothing more to say. Just sipping tea, harvesting the blooms of my being, loving myself as I love you. love eric Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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