I feel like a baby breastfeeding on Love... the frontier of kindness is the last undiscovered country, we go there across the ocean of compassion in a vessel made of pure-surrender. Civility is the wind that whispers us along. Tenderness told me a secret while talking out loud in her dreams again, she said: ~everyone, & I mean EVERYONE longs to be touched with tender intent~ & she said it with such sleepy certain sincerity that I could not help but to Believe! I keep falling in love with everything I see because some part of me knows that Spirit peeks from behind every particle in existence with prayerful playful poetic purpose. My heart breaks a thousand times a day when that recognition goes unreturned... & is reborn every second when I kiss the lips of Love. I don’t mind being broken in the name of beauty, but sometimes I begin to wonder why Spirit teases me so with this bitter sweet love song. Then I realize, it is this kiss of darkness & light which breaks our boundaries, pushes us beyond the ephemera of the fleeting moments & into the fullness of forever. These arms of mine have unfolded like a blossoming flower of friendship welcoming everything inside the softness of Love’s lips kissing the cheek of your soul. DreamingBear knows Pure-One, what it means to feel lost & alone in the wilderness of pain & seeming separation from Source. Until I made love to my sorrows on a bed of forgiveness, kissing over the ugly parts until they became beautiful even in their bleeding holding my hurts so close to my heart, that they eventually began to dance together to the beat of belonging, until they had a voice again & could say all that had been felt in the silence of neglect, & it was the sweetest song of needing to be nurtured. It said, in a language of happy tears: ~touch me with infinite patience & understanding, hold my fragility in the strength of your compassion filled hands until I become healed & whole purify my pain in the fires of honesty until I become prophetic in my love for Source~ So now Dear-Ones, whenever I see Love crying all alone in the solitude of Itself, I tear my clothes off in anticipation of swimming naked in the rush of those rivers I run willing wild & free, casting my soul head-first into those divine depths, knowing at last, that though I drown in the teardrops of tenderness, & die to my seeming separation, I will be resurrected in the currents of compassion. This morning was a poem of pain & now is the night of new beginnings I used to think the face of the Moon was always moaning, but now I know, she is crying out in the night for her lover like I howl for you in my self-imposed solitude. A constant quest to kiss the Sun, but always just missing the flame of his lips as he searches for her love lingering over the horizon. Why do we always fall in love with those we know we can’t have? Forbidden fruit somehow usually tastes the best like stealing sweet kisses when no one else is looking. Fractured Lovers leaving the duality of themselves to become blessed & whole in their destiny as One. Magic means making love to the Moment like you’re IN love & you mean it! No more parlor tricks, I want to be wowed sweep me up & send me soaring back to the breasts of Love, where I can drink my life away on the milk & honey of so much belonging.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 12:48:43 +0000
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