I hadn't really looked at this poem for a while. I wrote it at least 15 years ago, but it still feels fresh, probably because the desire to melt into bliss is always with me--bubbling like a subterranean spring, just waiting for me to notice its omnipresence.
It's Sunday; no pressing obligations; a perfect day to take a couple of hours, sit still and let go to the subtle power of life. Off I go. Banzai.
Source of my longing,
bring me to the vastness within me
where all the world becomes unmade,
where only you and I exist,
and let me melt into the motion of your love
‘til there is only you
and I am gone.
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so sensual and rich, but also attainable
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