Longing

There’s a self beyond the selves
That’s not an I
But an eye
A portal to the infinite
Ground down
It doesn’t make a sound, yet Her vibration creates the greatest game of matter meeting spirit
Ripple you can feel it
These rings of slashing paint stroked from finger to trace the face of the beloved or not in this race of peekaboo
So convincing when we forget
Fallen down into the volcano of molten boiling off our many identities
Crushing soul ash to diamond
Loves presence
What does this mean?
What kind of ring will be rippling around the halo of our selves?
Pour it all out
Even the clear juice has flavor
Fling the drops onto the earth until the chalice dries in the heat of passion
Burning and cracking open, thirst of the ages
Heart turns to a grand canyon striped with rainbow pages
The only thing we’ve ever longed for
the homecoming bowing
finally collapsing through creations gate
the portal of the infinite
made finite in thy embrace

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