Fron Venwoude

love

here now

the horror, all

joy

Beauty in Hell

Flourishing

returning to

Her Throne

form

And sensation,

Heaven, ineffable

Compassion, has no need of a tongue

Bereft of arms to succor anyone

It is that beyond her eyes that

Speaks to my soul

In silence

desire falls away,

Stills the body

this divine presence

endures.

Trembling appropriates

These body's

Presence embraced

So gently, naked

At last the door

Is open.

Now

Come

to this

delicious

Commotion.

Beauty

Embodied in

The dance of forms of

Consciousness moving

How Love and Hunger

For truth finds

Form in everyone.

Amidst musing

There is peace

Knowing love

In any moment

Is surely a blessing.

Some pull remains,

No matter regret

A thousand wrongs

Can only dissolve in love

Where would I ever

Find that?

Except here, now

To give everyone, for you

Distance is painful

after such sweet intamcy

longing appears, offering

to carry messages of

reconciliation.

Another Vision of Love

As one begins to Inquire

What it means to say

I love you, I fall into wonder

And questioning, and perhaps

Some truth of my habits of confusion.

For It has mostly been

An “I” loving a very specific “You”

Leaving little room for honesty,

Spontaneity or change.

What Love’s in me is not small

Or limited to One or Many

It is a expression of Oneness

That is flowing into a moment of time.

The smallness of personal love

So often denies the divine an entrance

And while waiting patiently,

“We” often despair in her absence.

So I speak to that within all

Who long to love greater than pain

And loosen the bonds of love

To embrace the grace of what is.

What love arises know no bounds

And so have become loves

And in that found the loss

Of wanting anything more.

Holland

The grey spring tease’s me with blue skies

Brilliant sun from another time

I move hesitantly toward

Another home with more friends

Than my heart will allow

So it breaks and opens anew

This longed for homecoming

Into my own heart of hearts

Pain was the only lover I trusted

Now I find that it was only

An invitation into silence.

This quietness that has stolen over my body

Slows my reactions, and speeds my heart,

Like a soft caress from the divine

I am swept away into this love of sensation

While this body has indeed become a temple of god/dess

Energy releasing beyond even stories of healing

Doors opening where there were only walls

Wanting dissolving into accepting each moment of life

Again, clumsily, with what grace I know,

I point towards silence.