Waiting for Your Touch

[Guest guest]

I've been sitting

inside this universe,

waiting,

for You to come

and get me.

I've been turning

in this world

like a crazy compass,

too full of Your Magnetic

longing

to find true North.

For millenia

I've wandered the path

of Wanting to be with You,

in a tumultuous,

crest of lightwaves

lifting in a howl

of yearning.

I've been looking out

the haunted,

hopeful soulwindows

of so many,

for so long,

trying to find a glimpse

of You

in a million faces.

I've been silently

waiting

inside me,

forever it seems,

for You

to come

and get me.

When will I ever trust

my own Touch

upon my Soul?

When,

when

will Mazie ever

succumb to her own

Reedflute,

and start

Dancing?

 

 

)))))) With considerable justification

one might suggest:

"Some big big Mojo, Yes!"

 

God, we are such drunkards!

 

You told me

"There is either Love or Fear."

 

So simple --

expansion and contraction.

 

Everything at its extreme

turns into its opposite.

 

Great Fear inevitably

reveals itself as Love, but

we share a fondness for the

Witness Position, thus

we can feel differently about

sushi, for example.

 

You are my Love.

 

My greatest fear

would be that

I could ever lose You.

 

Because I know You,

I am not afraid –

I am You.

 

The fact that neither of us

has a clue is no coincidence.

 

You have revealed

Yourself as

Love Itself.

 

For this reason alone,

I am not afraid.

 

Without reason, I'm

really not afraid.

 

I can never fear again.

 

To imagine I did is frightening!

 

Beyond the extremes of

Love and Fear,

we have developed the uncommon and

curious "Open-Bowled Head" syndrome.

 

That Lamp Post is not there by accident!

 

As this progresses, I find myself

wondering occasionally

myself wondering

occasionally

wondering:

 

This Bliss –

how do you maintain the minimal

fundamental center of gravity, even

while swept away indescribably ecstatic,

a whale song flung across time/space matrix

piercing hearts never known -- never to know -- but

spun your own self appearing simultaneously in every

whale planet realm both material, subtle, causal, so on, and on,

(It never ends. It never ends...................................)

and at the threshold of a 5-poimted Star drawing you inexorably to

immersion in the Bliss of What You Are without any limitation,

boundary, season, reason, and yet

you can still say, with the

utmost compassionate

heart-broken

sigh:

 

"Isn't it so?

 

Isn't it?"

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b