This time,
Speak to me only about the sun and the moon.
About their tantalizing ways.
About their play high up in the sky.
Speak to me only about their birth.
About their constant merging while remaining intimately what they are.
Share with me stories of their highs and lows,
Their stillness and expansion.
Tell me how it is that they give themselves so freely,
So purely,
So completely across the big expanse of time.
And whisper to me how it is that they live as love,
As being,
And how life flourishes in their presence.
Tell me about the moon,
The tide,
The shore,
The raging waves and calm seas.
And talk to me about the sun,
The valleys,
About the soil,
The grass,
The sprouts,
About the colors of the rainbow,
About tender beginnings and wholesome endings.
And tell me about the grasshoppers and beetles,
The sacred trees elated feasting on their radiance.
And then talk to me further about the rivulets and streams swirling around our feet,
The water reflecting their glow as we tiptoe inside to bathe and settle in their embrace,
Night and day,
Night and day.
And show me,
Show me how it is that they sow their seeds upon your skin,
Their essence tracing every line and crevice on your face.
And talk to me about their rays of dark and fire,
About their chill,
Their warmth,
Their silvery gold streaming through your hands.
This time,
This time let me breathe as they breathe through you,
As I place my hand upon your heart.
And then,
Hold me,
Hold me,
Hold me close.
This time,
Speak to me only about the sun and the moon,
About their tantalizing ways,
About their play high up in the sky.
Speak to me only about their birth,
About their constant merging while remaining intimately what they are.
Share with me stories of their highs and lows,
Their stillness and expansion.
Tell me,
Tell me how it is that they give themselves so,
So freely,
So,
So purely,
So completely across the big expanse of time.
Whisper to me how it is that they live as love,
As being,
And how life flourishes in their presence.
Tell me about the moon,
The tide,
The shore,
The raging waves and calm seas.
Talk to me about the sun,
The valleys,
About the soil,
The grass,
The sprouts,
About the colors of the rainbow,
About tender beginnings and wholesome,
Wholesome endings.
Tell me about the grasshoppers and beetles,
The sacred trees elated feasting on their radiance.
Then talk to me further about the rivulets and the streams swirling around our feet,
The water reflecting their glow as we tiptoe and sigh to bathe and settle in their embrace.
Nine,
Show me how it is that they sow their seeds upon your skin,
Their essence tracing every line and crevice on your face.
Talk to me about the rays of dark and fire,
About their chill,
Their warmth,
Their silvery gold streaming through your hands.
This time,
This time,
Let me breathe as they breathe through you,
As I place my hand upon your heart.
And then,
Just hold me,
Hold me,
Hold me close.
