Encounter

Thus, I finally saw what
I heard so much about.
That feeling...a touch! Like the all
too familiar scent of sweetness,
like tasting the milk and honey.

It washed over me like rain
as it is swallowed by the earth;
like waves of warmed breezes
as the flames consume their bounty.

What I once held as solid
now melts away and fills
the air of my knowing.

Neither good
nor bad...

it just Is.

Intimacy

I saw it.
The only opportunity,
the modest moment when
guards can be ungirded--
when fears could be forgot.

Then it passed.
Hidden only in hope
that one day,
I may see you.

Like Lilies of the Field

You search me and you know me,
You've seen me,
You've heard me,
and you're still here.

In my weakness, you showed patience.
In my hunger, you satisfied.
In my troubles, you consoled
and beckoned me. Where?
To be determined.

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Beneath your blue lights,
my eyes, tired, try
to balance both the weight
and the breadth of hours lost,
of days spent drudging,
of moments now stilled.

But alas, I sit. I see. I wait.
This may not be my bed,
but my head found this place.

Reliant. You hold me sturdy.

Homage to Wisdom

All hail to her, the Queen of every man!
Whom spoken words of every tongue has praised…
Her prowess serves her since this world began,
when every cloud was formed and sun was raised.
She reigns in power…molds the human mind
to love and ponder mysteries unsought.
Yet, when our limits leave our awe confined,
We come to terms that certitude is naught.
For can we grasp all that she does possess?
Or comprehend the wholeness of her truth?
Humility—does now my heart confess
for she pervades from ancient down to youth.

You are in me…in them, in every soul!
For all eternity, may we extol.

Homage to Wisdom

All hail to her! O Queen of every man!
Her prowess still by every tongue is praised,
from when all time and space...the world began,
and when the clouds were formed and sun had raised.
For who can know the contents of her mind?
Or comprehend the deepness of her thought?
For us, her lovers, are our thoughts confined...
Without humility, our quest in naught.
The power she bestows, that we possess
ought find it’s grounding on the purest truth.
And I, infatuated, now confess
My love for her ‘til aged from my youth

She is in me, in them, in every soul!
For all eternity, may we extol.

Blackberry

Oh ye whose orbed figures gathered sweet,
connected by thy fibers ever frail.
Arranged in nature's order--bundled neat
to satisfy...and yet to no avail.

For too, thy flesh, is bitter to my taste
and seeded coarse like grit upon my teeth.
But yet I savor every bite as chaste,
as sacred, and as all that grace bequeath.

My dear beloved fruit of thorny bush,
you satiate the craving once unknown.
Though black, enlightened, do your flavors push
to understanding fluid, which has grown.

Now empty hands once full of thee must wait
until our paths are crossed again by fate.