Oar-less without a rudder we sail heart-first into mystic mist. We are two ships set

adrift on a silent, moonless, soothing, soulful, sublime evening. You hear my SOS;

a desperate plea asking over and over again, “Is there anyone alive in here?” Your

SOS simply responds, “Is there anyone alive out there?” You send me a lifesaver

while you gasp for air. I catch you as you fall. We are two in time on a star struck

sea with only a moment to spare. It’s magic. I feed you tangerine blossoms from

beyond the hills of Kathmandu. You feed me cherry blossoms handpicked from the

gardens of Buddha’s belly. I nourish you with the love of a spiritual warrior. You

nourish me with the love of Titania. Our glassine water-world is soaked with

compassion. Our wonder-world is cloaked with joy woven by angelic weavers. We speak

vulnerable. We speak sacred. We converse in four ancient tongues. We nurture our one

soul with fragile sprays of God's great devotion. We teach our children well. We feed

our spiritual offspring the promise of new days unfolding. We don’t know any better.

We’re grateful for ignorance. We are two minds drifting on an endless ocean of

deepening. We are two hearts sending out an SOS on this glassine sea of ever-

knowing. We become one heart singing the first song. We dance the morning fandango

throughout the day. We play mystic on platinum strings. I drown you in truth. Your

elixir of prana quenches my thirst. Everything you do is magic. Guide my heart

into the shelter of your calm embrace. We are two souls rescued from the

wreckage of a sinking, hollow feeling. We sail effortlessly with fate our only

captain hovering into the horizon of a hope laced eternity.

11/18/2012

Posted on 11/18/2012
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