by Raymond Powers
I love you in so many ways,
brushing your hair from your brow,
bouquets of springtime’s’ blooming,
soulful gazes,tears of joy,
exploding hearts,
sweet kisses for your breasts,
songs pour from moistened lips,
licks caress your fertile grove,
warm, cozy snuggles,
blanket for your dreams,
orgasmic waves of dragon fire,
seas of ecstasy.
What a sight of Goddess
splendor,
the breath of breezes in my ear,
passionate surrender,
a single gaze,
a pool so clear,
I scream and weep in ecstasy,
Blue eyed Venus worships deep,
Caressing wells well hidden,
My most prescious secret place,
Her husband, wife, and lover,
Even more than everything,
Tastes sweetly from the table of my
shining holy feast,
And I,
I drink of nectar,
Virgin springs of flowing love,
Bathing sisters of the golden light,
in rapturous, prayerful song.
Softly the gold of dawn
brushes the needles on the pine outside my window,
It’s branches strong and firm,
as is my Spirit, heart
and electric bolt of lightening,
Evergreen and Man,
drinking from Gaia’s nectar,
roots dug deep,
giving back in return when our body freedom rests.
In gratitude I give thanks
for Being,
Like a pool,
Being love so filled and full,
I am the water and the wave.
Others come to sip and swim
in Self reflection,
Separation ceases to be,
Like Jesus and the Father,
or two Mary’s,
wedded as one.
Serene bliss,
My beloved offers her breast to suckle,
A man, a child, a teacher, a saint,
I give myself away,
Use me,
Use me up,
My service dancing the dream awake,
A beacon on the shore, A
Lighthouse,
Totality towering,
Sanctuary for the weary
and the worn.
Oh, I know I scribble this
with a hint of pomposity,
Yet, my words are simply metaphor,
Kabir’s “breath inside the breath”,
Sweet unity of sky and soil.
The jackal and its’ prey
are one,
as are death and birth,
What is born when light and shadow marry?,
A life that is always loving you.
Today I excite the senses,
To bestow upon me their everlasting grace,
Like notes adorn the symphony of conscious Being.
A hive with nectar and queens who guide an
army of delight and devotion,
Wings of an Angel fluttering in my ear,
Whispering, urging,
Gyrations of their lilac scent and
rose adorned countess lips.
Today I step with newly
chiseled high steps,
Mirroring the future through
the looking of explorers eyes.
I course the labyrinth where the sun
breaks seeds through soil,
Where men caress the edge of time,
Where no prediction gifts me with its’ sight.
I jump sparkling like an
opal dove,
Into Uncertainty.
In quiet moments,
When stillness becomes my world,
I stand inside myself, I stand beside myself.
Present and lost in love’s magnificence,
Bequethed with the freedom that wisdom brings.
Sanctity caresses every breath,
Every gesture,
Every word.
In quiet moments.
I revel and shake,
The mystery that lives in my bones
Since before the earth was formed,
Before the first whisper of the moon’s
sacred marriage to the sun.
Sometimes these secrets
explode within me,
This vessel turns from steel to gold,
And I lose myself, I lose myself
In this familiar wine.
Yet deep inside I know,
I must pass this drink,
I drink so that all may be drunkards
when Spirit shines,
When spirit shines,
In quiet moments.