With love and devotion I offer these writings in honor and gratitude to the women which have inspired them.
Thank you for igniting the inner mounting flame and Being such incredibly powerful people in the world.
Your love is contagious and a gift to all those who have and will come to know you. I have been blessed to be one of those few.
... and once again you have
sat in the stillness and light
of your Being,
Bringing forth the treasures
of unwavering vision,
Willing to transcend awkwardness
and uncertainty,
to walk the path
of the intimate frontier.
I feel so blessed to witness
the birth and
blossoming of your wisdom.
To stand strong beside you,
and watch with loving eyes
your life unfurl,
This is such a gift....
and with a breath we breathe new possibility
for all humankind;
Ecstasy community sacred union and bliss.
... and in the hush of early
morning reverie,
I sit beside your laying form,
A temple,
a rose I gaze upon,
You sleep,
my love flows through my arms,
My hands glide over silky skin,
My fingers tremble at the delicacy of your curve,
Illusions of seperateness have disappeared,
the touch and the touched.
Your breasts invite my lips,
Glistening passion flower bathes in its’ morning dew,
Your chest rises and falls,
Nipples stretching to the stars.
I am awed,
Moved to tears,
Grateful for such quietude and stillness.
Enraptured by the beauty
of this swan,
This moment of meditation and love,
Enshrined,
forever on
the mirror of my eyes,
the chalice of my heart.
Immersed in pools of liquid
blue,
I find myself,
enraptured,
The rising, falling sound of breath
waves upon waves of feeling,
memories, sacred lifetimes exist.
Bright sun teeth smile like
lilacs
in the spring shine moon,
Ecstatic pleasure,
the pressure of my palms against her soles,
Toes curl,
caress filled delight,
Sensual affections transform into light.
I hear the earth in her
voice,
Gaia as Goddess as Mountain Maiden on this night,
Allowing this awkward man I am
to honour her well worn feet,
as disciples once bathed and washed the dust from
the feet of Jesus.
I do not know what this
remembering will bring,
gazes given and received,
Ancient volumes of a book not yet complete,
I dive, deep into this sea,
Face to face,
Aphrodite and me,
and Venus too,
stroking the hair of this Libran sun,
This Fire sign and I,
are One.
