Saturday, May 30, 2009

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.

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