Transcendence ________________________________________________ Memories of shy eyes and uncertain gaze Through the window of your eyes, we touched Blinded by your light I did not realize There is vision in the shadows Now, as moonlight filters through swaying curtains We gaze at each other in darkness I touch the strand of hair falling over your eyebrows And leave wet kisses behind your ears You lie there, without hurry, with a mysterious smile Listening and nourished by a deep enduring silence I look at your eyes shining in the shadows And touch your aroused nipples with my tongue The distance of space falls away Like leaves from the autumn maple Yes, it is still there, the awe and mystery and trust And bonding beyond earthly bodies, beyond youth I gently caress the gift of your beauty Feeling with my mind the rising warmth Energy rising to our navel, heart, throbbing in the solar plexus Rising and falling like swells of dancing oceans My fingers drift softly as a feather Over the smoothness of your gentle curves Where shadows play with moonlight Rediscovering familiar pathways for the millionzillionth time In the moist darkness, I see light As your spine glows and sparks with electricity And out of this darkness all seeing begins I kiss your feet and taste pollen I rise and float like a lotus And welcome you on my lap in embrace You encircle my soul and I smell your being You rest your head on my shoulders, without a word We sit in calm and stillness The planets wait in anticipation Even time waits with divine undertanding And the force of creation explodes as a thousand suns Primordial energies rise in a flood of consciousness Up and down our spines through enjoined chakras Still and silent, as it hits the solar plexus And opens the window of the universe, silent pulsating energy Together, we close-dance to the music of moonbeams And move, to the end of eternity With the rhythms of the tides, seasons and generations With the rhythms of new beginings We move before the stars begin to pale Joined in a primordial beam of white light And transcend our animal frame and desires In the free flight of the spirit I knew, I always knew, in the divine embrace This is how it was always meant to be As sure as the change of seasons, transcendence In the embrace of the purple sun rising all by itself |