Tears That Do Not Consume

Tears that come from true sorrow

over time wears down the arrow

of the heart, the marrow

of the bone, the sorrow

of being alone and unable 

to atone

I have only cried for myself

very little which is plenty

From the age of three to twenty

I cried tears of the saint in me

who filed each violation against humanity

into that which cannot be condoned

When the Spirit of divine compassion

fills my mind with the promise of tomorrow

the only thing that soothes my soul

that's where I follow

The All in One Trinity

Those tears that give me clarity

and remind me I'm on my way home

When you are centered on the source, waters run clear

When I grew up to resist the tears

to be unattached to pain and fear

knowing that hoary burning bush could be near

The bush cannot perish in flame

the waters are likewise soul soma

I have always known what comes of the highest

of highs and the lowest too

Bereft of the balance

of the spiritual ballast

When prayer is only in name

like trying to find your way all alone

What I have been waiting for

will come of it's own accord

Our secret treaty is the heavenly door

on which I have come to knock through many a stage

My super soul, by you, is aflame

and we work toward our robes and thrones

Love On The Astral Plane

What am I supposed to do, my beloved,

 when our astral bodies

sneak out into the night?

Every time you come to me

I am completely taken over

You are moving inside

We are One, take your

transcendental blushing bride.

You and the formless intelligence

of the universe, you

have me at your mercy

I am at the center of a tempest

tormented, yet heaving with

                      orgasmic ecstasy

Your intensity has been

wrapped around me

clinging like licking flames

If you listen very hard

you can hear me scream your name.

Assessing the magnitude

of the situation

I am your Sis, and this

is so much more than

infatuation and seduction

We are riding

on a sunrise of memories

We will be very still

I whisper to you

in the tune of 432

When this transmission

finds it's way full of grace

by meeting you half way

the song becomes light

by the power of two.

The pillar of light between us

is the key to the golden road,

to the seat of the

Sacred Heart of our Lord

Our undulating pole star

is the magic of our love

We dance and make

rain come down from above

I absorb your energy

stretching out across

the far shore that is my exile

                             as your twin

Let me look through your eyes

again and again.

The scenery on the journey

                         of our return

in three different worlds

                    we feel the burn

We must recognize signs

that we're doing things right

in keeping with the Akashic blueprint

Our electrified beings are

refined blue light,

the love and joy

that is God's only longing

Only God knows how long

we must wait for it to

come to pass in this dimension

our red hot embrace

My love! I am yours

to penetrate in every way!

Being apart arouses in me

a delirious pain

I give it away to God

cast to the wind

that repeats your name

and in my heart I know

that this time spent waiting

will not be in vain.

It's impossible to prevent

                          like destiny

All my fears of the obstacles

that lie ahead are dispersed

My worried mind is purified

that you were nearly brought to tears

when you listened to my song

Now I know where your heart belongs

Instead of my guitar

it is your soul being strummed

by my healing hand,

the wind's haunting hum

Your every wish is my command.

On this day I laid a blanket

                                      on the wind

I stripped down

to feel the breeze and sun on my skin

I made love simultaneously

with brilliant, beautiful you

the sun and full moon

I get out of hand with you

I am in full bloom

Not to mention, since this is getting

nearly as long as Chaucer,

we shared our moment with a saucer.

So now I levitate above

                     a lake of fire

whose heat holds not a candle

to my empirical desire

And I see into the what's to come
See it through the eye of the sun

You and I finally reunited

together, sitting atop Mt. Zion

toasting the ruins of Empire.

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