Sutra 16

My beloved
Washes over
And through me,
Crystalline light.
If you listen long
You may hear it
Like church bells through
Honeycombed temples.
Immerse yourself in her stillness
As mother’s loves
Swarm
Humming creation’s
Lullaby.
Sunlight pure
Like the desert southwest
Unobstructed light
Creating eldritch images
As light plays with shadow and makes love
Over crumbling walls.
Listen to the breath
Of my beloved
How it crunches
Like summer straw bales
Dragged through dewy grasses.
Stand in the stillness,
Like Christ’s footsteps on water,
Like memory foam.
Feel the emptiness buzzing
With such ferocity,
This great roar
Of silence.
My beloved holds
Sacred
Secrets
Within her,
Uncompromised by fear and shame and insanity.
My beloved teaches me
To cherish
That deep and treasured
Space
Where form meets formless
That coveted light
The bridge to Mother.
Protect her ever
As the purest and most precious
Daisy
Pearl
Child of Light.
This frail and fragile gift
May I ever protect it
Bounty from Father Sea
Messages in bottles
Delivered unto the beloved
Barefooted by me.
My beloved teaches me
Selection,
“Be picky love”
She whispers
“Take only what’s meant for you”
“All else would only sour.”
My beloved teaches me patience
As I observe
Time and tide
Circular
Ebbing
The distance between crossings
Ever narrowing.
I watch now
Observing her signs
As the beloved teaches me to listen
To the voice of the universe
As she unravels my own
Life’s mysteries to me.
My beloved teaches me rest
As my cheek and my pillow,
Gentle lovers make,
And bones and sinew
Find workspace for their knitting,
And my mind gently cooing,
My breathing tells me I’m asleep.

speak.

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