Eternity shivered ,
trembling at heaven's
radiant golden portal .
☆
Countless crystalline
moments of time
dance , vibrate ecstatic .
☆
Physical objects ,
now less distinct ,
fade to grey simulation .
☆
Gloriously only a
shining path remains ,
Surrender, Devotion and
Pneuma .

Soft cool sensual shadows
play over the almost
silent stream ,
as languidly it ripples
over pebbles and mossy rock .
☆
Now and then , moonlight
catching little diamonds
of shimmering light
danced in our lover's eyes .
☆
The stately willow tree was
a cathedral of luscious green vine ,
swaying gently and communing
with the flying things of the night .
☆
On the bank near that whispering tree ,
we kneel together, not touching
both gazing into the
cool clear mirror of the
stream .
☆
Then , at once , we are on
an old wooden bridge .
Vast plains of vibrant sound
stretch beyond imagination
to Infinity .
☆
A gentle breeze moves brightly
coloured flags
over far off golden pavilions ,
While here  the Night is  
gathering , cool and sweet .
☆
You smile
as we float above the bridge ,
drifting in the magic scented
air .

On a sacred mount of olives
where they mirror each their hearts ,
In a meadow of wild flowers
where their love can never
part .
☆
The dreaming of the Logos
and spirits secure their way ,
While strange and mythic creatures
will frighten fear away .
☆
In pure light forever
their souls are intertwined ,
Magician and Priestess ,
there was no-one of their kind .

Sartori-Falcon and Hathor
eternally dreaming
in clear mountain air ,
employ Lotus Flower
and Key of Life
in service of the Pneuma .
☆
KA.       BA.       AKH.       RA.
All lives , translucent
films in space .
Like a waterfall
of magical numbers
and codes of the ancients .
☆
Then , initiation to the
realm of the senses ,
through a rich fabric
of symbols , sound and light .
☆
While souls of the
bright star children
cross the galaxies
to their new green home .
☆
Blending their true selves
with the energy of animal spirits ,
they dance cosmic
telluric currents and solar winds .

The search for true love
when planets align ,
then blinded by cupids
Time serves the
Divine .
☆
But when angels are singing ,
the two lovers kiss ,
in a garden of tulips
where makes sacred tryst .

Sunshine could be beautiful
if it could hold more light .
And the dark of night
a velvet dream ,
when filled with sweet
delight .
☆
But the universe without your smile
is an empty void where
angels cry .
☆
Sacred love is outside of
Time ,
where heart and soul with Spirit align .

..It brings containment.

When young.. the world was dangerous,
at least the world within my home was.
In order to dilute the moments of perpetration,
I developed the ability to bring my little spirit
into the acknowledgment of atoms,
molecules and particles, within the universe
whose  very entrance into the room..

    could make miniscule,
   that which was behemoth.

In doing so, I was brought into the  awareness
of just how beautiful the Universe really is..
and also the intense depth of beauty that exists
in Realms that are just barely outside
of our awareness.

Within those Realms
and between those Realms,
are spirits that float..  
hovering between this place
and the beauty of that Next one.

Through touching those deeper parts of the Realms,
those spirits are ignited.. .
   and through that beautiful ignition,
   are brought into full flame.

It is there within you, my beautiful friend;
that your Otherworldly words are given birth..
bringing within them, the depth of Love and Healing
  to those of us down here that need it most..

..A beautiful love that yes.. exists within the Realms..
But in it's very essence, flows directly from the Core Heart
of the Universe, which is always the place of Love's origin..
having come from that amazing Heart's deep Ache for us.

That beautiful Ache for us all, deeply touches you..
as you hover in and out of its Realms..
and then deeply touches us..
who have learned to draw on its power and beauty
for even our own very existence.
I am one of those who have had to learn
to draw from those things
just so that my spirit could even breathe..
And in an instant , upon reading,
I realized that you were one of those that go
from this place, up and over to the Next.
What you bring back down to this place,
Ignites every single part of who it is that I am.

You, writing from the feminine form..
mixed with the feminine of the masculine..  
deeply stirs the aching masculine within me.
There is a hunger almost sated,

as it leads into realms of a deeper hunger
and touches a rarely touched, deeper ache.

Warm tingling, leads to almost a tremble..
The deeply-touched heart cannot help but to  pulse
warmly
and fully,
into all of who it is that I am..

Sensations that lead to the need for deep release..
the thick, gathering of that ache
     in gratitude-filled response,

the deepest of penetrations  
into the gorgeously-receiving openness    
of such a beautiful, Life-bringing spirit.

There is a giving and receiving,
that is both Giving.. and Receiving
  in its own beautiful nature.

I hope I have not said too much.
   I am so glad to have you near.

Like drops of water ,
drops of Time ,
a swirling aurora ,
we gather the signs .
☆
Closer and closer
to rainbow bridge .
Closer and closer
who rides on the wind .

The day before it
happens ,
everything feels the
same ,
everything looks the
same .
☆
No other-worldly signs
will save memory
of those splintered realities .
☆
The surface of
a mountain lake ,
now cold and
emotionless ,
☆
Like a mind
untramelled by thought ,
not the slightest breath of wind
☆
To move one tiny drop
transfixed on the surface
of that mirror for the sky .
☆
But in backrooms of reality ,
misplaced moments
swell like maggots .
☆
They feed on forgotten
dreams and dance on
tables like a dervish .
☆
Now a second , then
a minute , finally
an hour disappeared by stealth .
☆
When the King of
Chances ,
entering the great hall ,
with eighty cupids , all fall silent ,
☆
As thunderous , the
chime of Destiny
brings all time screaming
            to meet
☆
             Your present moment
☆
                                  Now .