In Artistry

Come feel this night in intimate surrender;
as touching close, one star outshines
them all, altering the moon that seems
to beam - so ultimately strong. Summer's
warmth is at its height, and now within
the starry light, I feel it reaching out
whispering again of all the artistry
of love made real.

And yet - how strange to face the fields
of your own opposition, within this new position
of withdrawal we have taken.  And yet forever
can be seen in streams of starlit majesty
tonight, for love is real.

And too, it is this magic-in-the-making that we feel
within a field opening out into forever.  Reach again
and fly beyond the opposition; for only
in transcendence can we be ourselves
alone, yet joined in continuity to all that is.
Healing, great power of life itself,
speaks through these webs of life yet undefined.

Simply put, complexity has rounded yet another
bend - as one great hand decides to brush another
stroke of beauty here upon the canvas of all time.
This feeling of a mastery that ever lies beyond
conceptual attitude invokes now, every stroke
of cloudy hues in a deliverance of meaning
to us all.

Heart, oh heart that beats in this completion,
speak yet again in tints of our experience;
beholding and yet holding beauty always in
this blessed state of flowing consciousness
(where every particle of living flesh responds).
Speak once again of ancient truths of magic-
in-the-making. As intimately, we surrender
all we are to love - no matter
that it seems insanity.

Adrift within pure realms of dreams that
seem more real than any should or ought could
ever bring to be.  Reach and touch this state
of love that every spirit meets within
these ever-changing days and ways -
evolving (as eternity must ever do).
And yet another newly opened heart
beats strength into the ancient tapestries.

We felt, we feel, we reel at times - not knowing
what the consequence of our next step might
bring. And I cannot help but wonder how that
greed (become so rampant in the known of
our society) might yet dissolve itself into
a unity again. For oh, the differences can
come to mean too much, as quality arises
on the altar of this sacred mystery.

So feel, within a sense of utter surety,
this night in intimate surrender; as touching
close, one star outshines them all, altering
those never-ending glimpses of a moon that
seems to beam - so ultimately strong. For
summer's warmth is at its height, and now
within its starry light, you can feel it
reaching out; touching close within a span
that knows no boundaries. Feel again
its artistry of strength and creativity
insisting that it flow through this -
the destiny of everything that is...

? Michaelette ?

7/30/2001
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