The Ink Of The Pen That Writes You.

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The Ink Of The Pen That Writes You

There are books that can only be opened by love.

They are the love poems the heart writes

when you forget your own story

to be the remembrance of the Beloved.

These poems are divine portraits

that are painted through the eye of your soul.

Formed from a relationship you have

with an eternal artist that writes you

as Her scripture and revelation.

Something real has happened to you.

Something the mind cannot grasp.

A real song is being sung by a real singer.

When you feel Her lips parting your hair

as the wind bringing the taste of the ocean,

listen for the sound of the comb

as it sings through your corn field.

It is time for you to drop that gun

you have been holding to your head.

Your anxious beliefs are so loud

that you will not feel loves golden bullet

as it passes through you.

You will not hear the sound love makes

when it asks you to open your mouth.

In the twilight of the soul

the Beloved keeps turning you over and over

looking for a space

that is not your own biography.

Keep opening your heart

so that you have a blank page

for love to write upon.

Feel that pen moving in you

as an impulse to translate love into music

and from music into dance.

Dancing like this,

you need learn no steps of your own.

If you knew what great works of art

love creates in the hearts workshop

you would never lift a finger

without waiting for guidance.

You would be free to wake up in Her poems.

You would immediately pick up Her brush

and begin to paint your original face.

You would be the dance and the dancer.

You would be the ink of the pen that write you.

love

eric

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