I felt the warm touch
Of your breath on my skin
The goosebumps gave way to
Swollen wanton lust
We wrapped ourselves around each other
And gladly obeyed what nature desired from us
A loud noise stole me from my sleep
No! Just a dream.. Again.
Always, just a dream

(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 6/11/2019

How deep does this love go?,
I can't see the bottom,
How deep do your eyes delve?,
They pierce me forever,
How deep have I fallen?,
I'm still plunging.
(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 05/11/2019

"there is only what is happening"

this is the teaching;
what the senses sense
NOW
is the whole shebang..

happening dissolves
the solidity of our
persistent illusion..

happening
not a noun..but a verb:
the momentary dancing
of experience..

seemingly
entering and departing
what is known as
Awareness..

More..
happening is
what we are:
Awareness dancing...