poetry from the hayloft
This is from my friend who shared the hayloft with me those ages ago. (entry of 1-28-08)
The Kiss
When my lips touch yours
I am taken to a place that is so utterly unspeakable
Filled with the beauty of knowing that I have touched the Divine
And have been touched in return
My heart opens to new levels that it has never known
A blank canvas, unlimited potential
Uncharted territory, new horizons
With a song that is known by my Beloved
One who has touched the heavens with her soul
And has brought it back for me to hold
And as I take it in my hands
The song of this familiar one
reaches to the depths of my being.
And in the reaching, a stirring
And in the stirring, my heart melts
And all that had created separation dissolves
into the recognition of the oneness.
And as I awaken to this knowing
And allow myself to be carried away
On the wings of this one kiss
There is nothing more than this moment