Blue Moon Full Viewing

[Guest guest]

Blue moons are shining more blue-hued than ever before from another

night in time. Poignant peltings from the memory tree dropping

blossoms and bubbles embossed with images of you and of me are rising

in this wine of timelessness welling up in the cup of recall.

I recall the scent of river-bliss garnered from the goings-on at nine

and seventeen, and now again at forty-eight, I taste blue rivers

running through me like sky in storm greeting God.

I went under in the wonder of water and heavens held suspended,

extended in the most marvelous metaphor for Love as Mazie.

In tree and stone fragrant with ancient pranaic pheromones, I became

aroused with a spirit hunger that defied definition.

Tasting time in its Fragrant Delivery, filling this room with the rush

of moonlight, awe and wonder whisk in and I am hushed by the cosmic

shawl's shimmer glint on blue moon's backs gone black baring the

Beauty Unbarable in bearing the Unbearable Beauty.

Reflecting yarrow-colored comic coats with solar flares in them, spurt

flitting from the Yucatan Peninsula and Palermo, CA, and every inch of

my Heart a fire-branch, burnt bare and aching, a thousand delights of

sun-feathers in flight lift me in The Glimpse of the Sun.

The red ruby wall of Rumi's words, the Rumi Phoenixi birds still

glints and shimmers in flight with the Light of Tabriz. Shams is the

Sun and Rumi, the Moon. Spooning in the dark side of Light, mooning

in the light side of Dark, Twin-Spiritus spins from the Friend and

the Friend mends the wound of two.

In the rustling river sounds around me, Love found me where I am,

wanting nothing, needing nothing, and there is nothing so Sweet as

this River-Bliss ferrying me from the sea to the Sea,

here,

now,

as me being me, just me, Breathing in dream breezes under the Dreaming Tree of Memory,

and then…

letting it all out in a freefallfalling

from a bare branch

of a golden tree

in a deep forest

with a wild river

rushing through its arms and legs

and head and heart……

and oh Love, oh my, oh how sweetly flows My Om off this tongue of time

and space twining Light tip with TatSat soft lips, playing spin the

bottle with spirit and nature in the notes and harmony whirling,

circling in the open Heart of this song, in the Soul of this kiss.

On Anu's alter we dance, dumbfounded in the dissolving light...

flight of fancy - As-If

as if we had wings

as if we were God

as if we are

 

LoveAlways,

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[Guest guest]

Blue moons are shining more blue-hued than ever before from another night in time.

Poignant peltings from the memory tree dropping blossoms and bubbles

embossed with images of you and of me are rising in this wine of

timelessness welling up in the cup of recall.

I recall the scent of river-bliss garnered from the goings-on at nine

and seventeen, and now again at forty-eight, I taste blue rivers

running through me like sky in storm greeting God.

Tasting time in its Fragrant Delivery, filling this room with the rush

of moonlight, awe and wonder whisk in and I am hushed by the cosmic

shawl's shimmer glint on blue moon's backs gone black baring the

Beauty Unbarable in bearing the Unbearable Beauty.

Reflecting yarrow-colored comic coats with solar

On Anu's alter we dance, dumbfounded in the dissolving light...

flight of fancy - As-If

as if we had wings

as if we were God

as if we are...LoveAlways, Mazie

As if we are OneHeart

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