Awake and Wanting

This is the place where faeries sleep, down,

by the river burbling over mossy boulders, beside

the pink Rhododendron caressed by the sun.

Where I wait, feeling my wanting,

my longing as I meet the Beloved.

The light is everywhere, shimmering

on the wings of a bumblebee as it swings by

lazily unaware of my desire rising from the root

effervescent like the bubbles chasing

each other on the surface of the water.

So alive,

so exciting,

so exquisite,

so magical,

so perfect,

so NOW.

This meeting

this touching

this connecting

this tasting

this falling...

This falling

truly, madly, deeply in

love with this moment,

this tender, fragile, faltering

moment that is me.

This exquisite Eden that I have

uncovered at my core,

this awakening of the unforbidden

so luscious, so delicious in it’s invitation

to taste it’s sweet aliveness that

my heart has abandoned all shame,

and is lost in the lust,

blown open in wonder

at the awesome,

the indescribable

thrill of this dance,

this movement

toward death.

Each moment so precious,

each moment a jewel,

each moment in which

I am alive, AWAKE and wanting.

This is the place where faeries sleep.

Down, by the river.

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