Guest guest Posted August 6, 2002 Report Share Posted August 6, 2002 With Love Talk Like O. Beloved Your hair is flowing everywhere. The night was raven with Your tresses, this morning golden with Your locks. When I look into my open palms I can see every feature of this world turning to light through Your transparent dress. I have been shaping Your body out of Your own breath and where your dress billowed outwards there my light hands flew away molding a vessel for this meeting of Yourself. Since I became Your artist lost in Your art I have mislaid my own brush and canvas. The bowl of my life, just space turned around a wheel of You. Words come and then turn into wine that fills each moment with open kisses from the poem You make of this me. Nothing gets spoken without an intimate reverence. I have found the hidden meaning of how the cosmos breathes like intercourse within the body of its own prayers. Your lovers dance out of Your mouth looking for the perfect lips to make an O sound with. This O sound contains all of our speaking. We say ourselves until You breathe us back in to be the light that combs Your hair with love talk like O. love eric _______________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 6, 2002 Report Share Posted August 6, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: With Love Talk Like O. Beloved Your hair is flowing everywhere. The night was raven with Your tresses, this morning golden with Your locks. When I look into my open palms I can see every feature of this world turning to light through Your transparent dress. I have been shaping Your body out of Your own breath and where your dress billowed outwards there my light hands flew away molding a vessel for this meeting of Yourself. Since I became Your artist lost in Your art I have mislaid my own brush and canvas. The bowl of my life, just space turned around a wheel of You. Words come and then turn into wine that fills each moment with open kisses from the poem You make of this me. Nothing gets spoken without an intimate reverence. I have found the hidden meaning of how the cosmos breathes like intercourse within the body of its own prayers. Your lovers dance out of Your mouth looking for the perfect lips to make an O sound with. This O sound contains all of our speaking. We say ourselves until You breathe us back in to be the light that combs Your hair with love talk like O. ))))Written by Susie Rock 6/28/00 I will sing you a song. So very beautiful, Your tears of happiness May block your view of this World of illusion. No problem. Who needs but one eye anyway? When the song is over, I won't even realize it because.... It always lingers in the heart. Little notes keep sounding And the lyrics escape When I open my mouth. Just a tiny smidgen Escaping without notice, And all is remembered. And each time this happens, The words are changing The tune ever sweeter, Racing through my body Bounding infinitely In to the space of Oneness And everything, where we sometimes dwell And the rest of the time longing... To hear your voice again. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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