It Is There

Sexual, the ground of this great healing.
Intimate and utterly divine, this love that
streams through everything that is. There
are no opposites - not here, not any more.
And yet there is a door that we must learn
to move beyond. It is there, just on the
other side, that dreams of love reside.

Magically, this sight of light remains a
great temptation, while all of the unknown
still holds us back. It still amazes me, the
depth of all those secrets that you keep.
You seem to think you'll disappear if
once, just once, you were to share, in
honesty, those haunting shadows living
in your soul.

Sketching, etching images; they drift
invisibly, surrounding you in your
attempts to be, for once and all -
someone, something other than the
spirit you were born to be. Stiff and
hot, you lay there in a marriage bed
that never should have been, searching
for oblivion again, to blot out all the
visions of a life that always might have
been just yours.

Indwelling, heat of fire's desire.
Sexual, the ground of this great healing.
Intimate and utterly divine, this love that
streams through everything that is. There
are no opposites - not here, not any more.
And yet there is a door that we must learn
to move beyond. It is there, just on the
other side, where dreams of love reside...

? Michaelette ?

11/23/2001
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