A Touch of Love

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Harsha wrote:

 

>"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet". ~ Plato

 

 

 

 

Being calls to itself.

Love answers.

 

Unafraid, we wander into the innermost

chorus of this calling, answering,

and lose ourselves so completely

our presence becomes

transparent.

 

The closer to the source it hums,

the more transparent it becomes.

 

This melting clarity is the boon of

exquisite remembrance transmitted in

our every touch, the way we weave

the Love we are into the robes

we wear at our homecoming

in light.

 

It is the clarity of the touching itself,

being touched, even as it touches --

only this touching, touching.

 

This is for everyone,

all are beautiful lovers.

 

Whether in mind,

body, heart, or soul –

 

every being feels

this touch.

 

Everybody

is this touching, this

perfect satisfaction of Heart's

outstretched hand, caressing itself

from the silence of its source

into life, gratitude, God.

 

Yes, and spiraling out to us now in

primal urge to feel its own pulse, to

circle its own zero and know itself as the

touch that grants galaxies light, this Love,

irresistible, shifts us fearlessly into each other

like blended echoes, vanishing in a

singing transparency of air.

 

 

What remains -- these fingers splaying out

in rippling motion along your spine, stretched

before me in the spoon of remembrance,

light wound around this vertebrae bliss,

cupping the fragrance of our union

in empty hands,

 

Beloved,

 

the mudra of happiness itself,

hazy autumn moon, your hair, clear

light pouring through my hand from crown

of light, your halo head, the throne of heaven,

filling my heart with the mysterious power of

dissolution, of Yes -- not anything with name

or form, not a memory of, not a wished for

thing, not even a touch, a whisper. . .

 

 

 

 

 

LoveAlways