We sipped English breakfast tea
its happy flavor
extending beyond the bridge
connecting our eyes
as we lounged on the ship's deck
watching rainbow tie dyed skies
joyfully, buoyantly
dip their breezy bodies
and cloud capped feet
into the Ocean's
huge aquamarine puddle

all my orifices
are fully dilated
in great expectation
swirling, ballooning out into infinity
like the great womb
fontanel
in the heavens
that holds so
much starry darkness
yet
receives Your Light
beyond measure

I clutch my mala beads close to my heart
Each rosary  pressed between my fingers and
Chanted by lips
an enchanting love song
Drawing You nigh
How easy it is to forget
Like yesterday or even
The day before
A foggy dream we struggle
To remember
Your Name breathes
Life into everything
and makes it
real

I watch the
sea breathe
from the deck of the ship
indigo ribbons
skittle across the ocean's
vast billowing blue breast
the wind breathes too
in fact, everything is breathing
one mighty breath
inhaling and exhaling me, the ship and this whole
luminous creation

I blow the feathery brown corpse
of a moth gently off the window sill
misting gray rain outside adds to
the pallor of the moment
I think to myself - everything is
dying around me
and my life too ebbing with
each ancient breath
despite this revelation... I know
there is a forever part to us
I sense it in the still, deathlike
suspension of my meditation
my body an empty temple
one pointed cathedral steeples
pyramid to infinity
I kneel on the hassock within
reposing in the splendor of a Presence
undefinable, a hush of love
ushers over me
tears pour from
stained glass eyes
that unmistakable kiss
sustained caress
blessed assurance

in Your blessed heart
I slumber
a lotus seed
curled up tendrils
drowsy little foetus
nurtured and coaxed
to open and expand my
budding petals


On the lake of
black mirrors
I emerge so shy
at first
watch over me
Lord
guide me to let
only light and love
in
one day I pray to be
a garland at Your
Lotus Feet

I'm serenading God
perpetually these days
language arising from
the roseate lips of the heart
a flurry of sacred sounds
borne on a chiffon breeze
to His celestial ears
no space left
not even a breath
for anything less than
love