Love Waking up to Itself Essentially, all is Love and what does not yet know itself as love. As Love meets Love in form, as it recognizes itself, it spreads everywhere waking itself up to its own glory! It is the difference as it wakes up to its sameness through the play of the poles; as it it is embraced in the rapture of the oneheart, tingling more manyness into oneness, more diversity and multiplicity into unity. it is one tasting itself through two. sound loves so much it grew ears so that it may hear itself beauty loves so much it grew eyes so that it may see itself the senses are born from the love that we are in its delight to taste itself you are born from the love that i am so that i may love myself i am your creation you are my love we can see this when there is no one to be yours and no one to be mine being breathed sublime faces of the divine at play in the fields of time ~~~ Gaia you'll see me smoldering in the earth digging deeper into her marrow. shiny hot molten lava reflecting the face of God. streaming up limbs and loins undulating ooze – gurgling clawing slap back trap release - sizzling spits cinereous spew faugh and fire. painting the architecture of her life filling oceans with her tears, shadows with her yesteryears, time with her tomorrows. essence birthing life springs eternal. a chrysalis of anywhats and whens, anyhows and wheres, behind which no thing waits for the touch, the touch flowering essence throughout time eternal ~~~ He His ocean embraces my wave, As it crashes upon his shore. He breathes my finites into his infinities, My infinities into his lore. His trickling tendrils blossom Integrities I stretch to fathom. He tenderly touches my raw, I melt into our oblivion. No matter His Play helter-skelter, Its chaos illuminates true order; A variance of His time's liberation. Still and immutable His foundation. His fire flows through my blood, Igniting mysteries and passions. Our hearts aglory beat as one, Bodies yearning for consummation. Like night separated from day, The tease of our proximities, Birth suns, moons and stars In the ocean of our infinities. His beauty breaks my heart open, His soul sings colors as yet seen; Of enchanted places which beckon Tomorrows birthing prayers that teem. Exploding me in blisstacies, Dissolving me to naught, Shattering yesterdays' knowings, Daring deeper nows not taught. ~~~ Love Eternal She dances her beauty like a prayer in the night And the moon cloaked in heaven casting shadow and light. Her life knows no boundaries, in it her soul takes flight, My lover, sweet beloved, soft Mother of Sight. Her eyes see beauty, perfection and no fight Between yes, no, high, low, dark and light. Cherishing diversity, celebrating its play, Honoring even those closed to the day. Mistress of Truth, Master of Love, Stretched out in surrender, so below as above. Infinity I do see when I meet her gaze; Eternal, supernal, beyond mind's maze. In her arms I rest from future and past, Until the prayer comes for it to ever last Where she laughs and laughs and laughs in my night, Tickling all of the cobwebs out of their fright. A child, her innocence giving birth to creation, Seeds sprouting spirit within manifestation. All of this she sees so equally in me, Embracing every opportunity with her lover to be. In joy, in gratitude, at each other's feet we meet. Alone, together, always complete. Greater a whole our union creates Freedom, healing, opening new gates. Our trust in God, revealing life impersonal. Our alignment with Truth and what is invincible. Our focus on Love and what brings greater balance. Our insurance a surrender to the present and its Silence. Splendour is the Grace which brought her to me as my sun as my moon as my mystery. In each other we see ourselves and the Divine, Masks thinning, spirits winning, souls forward to shine ~~~ Mouth on Lichee Nut Ready to tongue and lip Wet, slippery, Smooth soft flesh Sliding falumptuously through full cheeks Tasting perfume, Virgin roundness, Sweetness waiting to be devoured, Bit into Anticipating eternal succulence Shunted by Teeth meeting large pit I laugh at wave forgetting ocean as she looks at the impressions she has made in her sand the impressions of a moment unexpected, separated, exiled. What she looks at is no longer there; a memory singing harmonies with the echo of her laughter. ~~~ this pair of eyes delights in your kaleidoscopic reflections of infinitude as they dance with my own just yesterday i was saying that life and death happen like breathing, that when i slow things down enough to feel that moment after the exhale, i face my own dissolution and the birth ahead. like a blink stochastic apearances may hide purpose behind the veneer timeless vision removes the veils a blink; death and birth again in the pindrop of an instant eyes closed may be open to worlds unknown, arouse others to open more. some eyes see the others as closed, while we all stimulate butterfly kisses within the heart of God. ~~~ vibrating with our ecstasy through these veins; heart afire beating love moons in the stars of our night; your sun undulating embrace all over me, filling me with love's luminosity; your voice, your touch: my content. the earth your face that i make love to as it calls me ever deeper into your womb where i long to rest in your arms; let me sleep, live and die here only to awaken ever more in you as you one ![]() A Hero's Journey you crawl inside the ephemeral doubt; the n-a-g that weighs our heart heavy, love worms its way through where ominous signs saying "keep out" usually hold their reign, branding in our souls their bevy. you fold wings unforgotten entering the bowels of hell. their tips titillate time's promise, spawn shrieks without sound, sound without morrow, tomorrows without today no path, no trail silent terror clinches clutch the only thing solid left to hold onto nothing no thing left hhhhh void aaaaaiiirr sssucked out I'll choke! give me my holding on to hold onto. wings cast a shadow on faces reflecting time's misery. tears stream rivers of woe burying lovers of life in ocean of memory. we are sod. dry-shod tip-toeing slip-shod on earth’s blanket, our body. this awareness marks time eternal though not eternal like timeless now, eternal like endless empty tomorrows dripping into eaves trough. and in there you roll and rock weaving time into eternity. you catch my breath, my timeless flow as i feel you enter me. by the hand you take me down lachrymose depths breathing into life’s liturgy. as i breathe eternity into your time you breathe into my eternity. by the Grace and embrace a Silence envelopes. wing tips touch stars and flap to flight. their dance with the sun illuminating shadow, blinking on and off, fanning delight. and this flight we take into the day and night where light casts every color of the rainbow in its shadow and within shadow we see light. our wings wrap around God’s varied faces where heaven and earth unite as One in surrender to Her embraces. ~~~ when we met, i heard your call to walk the vast immensities of void and silence, to know complete emptiness, to dissolve, to know freedom through absolute deconstruction as my own and as Your call to me, and I was drawn into you as moth to flame to traverse the underworlds with you and taste the nectar of her nether regions, to taste them through you, as you, to know Your nether regions and see through them these others faces of God. You entered me and I felt buoyant as if being carried by your wings into the heavens and the higher we went the more we descended. And as we descended you penetrated those tightest of places where the greatest torture was our distance and misunderstanding. - we heard each others' yeses as no's and you pushed deeper into me with your absence, I surrendered to your light, but felt you pulling away creating vast caverns of darkness beckoning to me to come and explore. as i was held by our love and pulled a part by our darkness i entered it more deeply to see as you do, -as i reached and grasped for you crying for our heart, you heard my pleas as judgment, our love pulling me in one direction and all that fights it, that is its magnetic pole pushing me in the opposite direction. - i felt hind and quartered, split a part, and as i started spinning out into fragments of dust with no where to land that made any sense, you woke me up kissing my raw with your tender and we once again found ourselves where we had been all along, flying through the multiverse, united, our many arms transformed into wings, that tickle, tease, caress and soar us through the heights and depths of life eternal ... ~~~ Persephone Rising dancing to her soul's prayer, she necessarily finds where love has not come to know itself, where the experience of freedom can forget itself. how can i give up my soul when i am wherever i could give it? when it is all i can give it to? i am perspehone looking for hades in heaven "where does not light spring eternal and the earth's plentiful bounty flow through God's unending breath?" ecstasy found her chink in the delight of her passionate yearning, as she turned a corner looking for hidden conditions, maya upstaged her bliss with upsurges of its discontent. seduced by desire, she plunges into its bowels i wake up through my hidden fear looking out of your eyes at my two faces marred where the light of integrity appears gone fallen angel, found her underworld in the nightmare of her discontent and i smile as we fly past through Janus's gateways bridging beginnings and endings our wing tips spanning integrities stretched out beyond the sun. ~~~ Tears Your tears spill a river connecting all of the oceans of woe so that they may together wash clean this blood soiled earth. Your tears are the Divine within humanity crying for ItSelf, mourning what we have forgotten and reminding us of who we are. May we soak up the nectar of their heart and intelligence as we sail upon them towards greater wholeness. ~~~ Maps ahhh, this is the new language where experience as i, we, all; self, soul, essence, vibrates into expression bridging time with eternity, the dual with the nondual, the one breathing the two and then back into itself. you see a map? the traces of our footprints traveled along mysteries' path; a map to mystery where what is known is trust in now, in our breath, letting ourselves as kaleidescope be breathed into life; letting ourselves as eternity be breathed into time. you see a map? the future calling us to where we have yet to travel and yet have been all along... we see then that too, we have been letting ourselves as time breathe us into eternity. you see a map? the past calling us to retrace our steps again and again with a new light, a new awareness, where past meets future giving birth to now, where now gives birth to past and future; to eternity and the awareness of what has always already been. the map as a guide for some future as yet realized: complicates simplicities when written in time. these words when viewed through time: complex, when viewed through eternity: simple. but where nonrelative awareness breathes into the relative form embodies the formless and time and materiality take on a new substance. ~ the map is my heart as it becomes ours, the map is our heart as it becomes mine. the map is love reaching for itself through myriad appearances. the map is your soul's song quickening my breath, the map is my soul's song expanding my heart. the map is your presence beckoning me towards you, the map is your absence moving me away. the map is form communing with formeless the map is black and white inspiring us towards gray. the map is gray inspiring us towards black and white. the map is my heart beat as it entrains with others' the maps are our heart beats as they find their own rhythms the map is your "footprints showing me where beauty has passed." the map is unity embracing diversity. the map is our joy leading us to where we are... ~~~ No one's Dream shadow thoughts waft through echoing the fears of all time sculpting self measured by should have's and have nots haunting through me - birthing despondency, ennui, no oomph impotency, limping as living death holding onto frayed thread of meaning every moment like the second to last breath of life looking back and seeing nothing, looking forward and seeing nothing, while here layers and layers of me lithify, panic vortex gulps me up creating stories that pretend my insufficient sufficiency, my form fossilizing as walking dead, dreaming its dream of life unaccomplished exhausted by the hero's journey all of the effort a mockery with nothing to show for it oh senseless valiant doing good time's up pushing mind's constructs over the edge still i hold on to the dream of dreams believing letting go will render life meaningless but hidden so deep within dark dank crevices unknown even to me is fear not of lost meaning but of this me which is a fiction - as despondency's gloom promises forever onward without my puissant endeavors Her mighty hand shapes mountains and valleys, galaxies sprinkle stardust on our heavens and i hold on and i hold on till one day by grace the fiction of me is mirrored dissolving into emptiness where no point of me can be found a taste of freedom feared might be forgotten and i hold on and i hold on encyclopedia awaits with open arms her breath a stench of world's knowledge ossified her drool sucks up beliefs of dreams to be attained a new me found her point of meaning again i am this moment waiting to be remembered split in two by this more subtle attachment puck's dream both seduction and my nightmare the shadow that walks beside me and on and on this cycle repeats leaving a cemetery of dead beliefs, but each eulogy resurrects new meaning my grasping for life giving it substance how can i give it up my soul, my dream, the last vestiges of me and time's most meaningful significance? as i grasp for freedom lost in yesterday's memory i live today forgotten never here only there puck's dream swallows me whole into dark night with nothing left to stand on, no there defining here, no that defining this, i give up i give up my despair a hearkening: there is no one, nothing, nowhere but this and no me to be found no one left to fear the unknown, no where to go that is not here, no thing to defend against the now, mystery: life's sovereign soil all no's deliquesce to yes embracing this and this and this, truth's sword cuts two in one, heart luminesces as sun ~~~ Making Love sparks falling on us illuminating the hunger of our now, lapping up all that had been left behind, madly tasting every morsel, a passion of delight hearing the scent of each touch and sight, seeing the sound of every belief, judgement and grief, licking the wounds that name what is profane, our welcome creating a transmutation of the pain; our yesses enveloping the no's, a creatrix of home for the rejected, oneheart melting the frost off our fears, dissolving them into the mulch of our compassion, vortices of now where nowherewhens are free to be another breath without story, future falling back into our dreams birthing dances that deem all life as sacred, laced by the fire of love our cloaks have turned to wings flying us through the firmament ~~~ Ululation to the Beloved his music never stops... its beat finds me - wherever i land i'm inside it - yet, i want to dance closer to his melody, slip into his color become one with his tone paintings, feeling the harmonics we create in our union. the radio sings me inside him: oh sweet vivaldi, i stroke him tenderly, just as the chords of your adagio violin trickle tears down my cheek- ever so slowly, like the chords gently caress and the tears delicately fall ... impassioned mahler, i ululate all over him a dance of your symphonious horns - mi amour, je t'aime je t'aime! so faintly i can hear the song that has always been ... like an armenian dudek it wails its soul's cry vibrations reaching out like dripping honey-dew tendricles finding their resonance in the echoes of our heart .... ~~~ On Romance romance is the perception of lover as she looks upon beloved romance is the way God makes love to itself as you romance is seeing the beauty in life romance is the way your inhale floats so lightly upon your exhale and your exhale empties itself so completely for your next inhale romance is the way the tree soaks up the water from the earth and extends its branches towards the sun romance is the will as it inspires your next breath, your life as it spawns your next heartbeat romance is the way you say mmmmmmm when you let the sun kiss your skin romance is letting God as life make love to you regarding and regardless of what it looks like romance is feeling his touch in his absence as strongly as you do in his presence romance is a complete surrender to nothing beyond this moment romance is the way the leaves stand at attention smiling with or without the sun romance is kissing your teardrops as they fall from your eyes romance is the play of the wind in your hair, the rain on your roof, the smoke as it lingers and lilts in the air romance is your longing for a lover, skin to skin, heart to heart romance is what you do to your thoughts creating them into realities romance is knowing that we all breathe the same air...that you are breathing his air, that you are breathing his air... romance is Rodin, Rumi, Michaelangelo, Shakespeare, Cezzane romance is your delight with cooing, gurgly baby sounds, a child's song and laughter, the way you hold your breath waiting for Chopin's next note romance is the way you make love to your story, adding to it, embellishing it, creating it just so, that you may swallow it with greater glee, or regurgitate and reject it with ever more passionate drama romance is embracing the story that you believe you need to survive until you see that you don't need it as it dissolves along with who you thought you were; it is the kiss of disillusionment on the breast of freedom; it is having no idea romance is the starlight dancing on your brow and the moon's mysteries making love to your imagination romance is a bird in flight romance is seeing earth as god's amazing artwork romance is the way thoughts devour the silence and silence devours thoughts romance is the way we forget, making remembering all the more meaningful romance is the way lovers tease each other, holding back, holding back until they explode with desire romance is the way we as life tease ourselves, holding back, holding back until we explode, implode, dissolve, rebirth, realize, die ... in cycles of infinite variation romance is the way you tease yourself into believing that something is limited and not that you are limiting romance is the way your feet caress the ground you walk upon romance is the way we share our thoughts with each other not even realizing whether others want to or can hear them romance is our desire to connect, convince, to touch, to trigger, to get reaction romance is a mother's wailing for her war torn children romance is the desire to protect at any cost romance is the play of knowledge hiding behind ignorance romance is the play of ignorance hiding behind knowledge romance is the way these boxes connect us to the world romance is the collective mind as it seduces the individual romance is the individual as it fights for its autonomy romance is the sky as it touches the earth romance is the scent of a rose as it wafts through your nose romance is the way a shield forms around a broken heart romance is the way the heart that loves heals its wounds romance is the way the earth soaks up the rain and feeds it back to the clouds romance is the way the wave slinks up to the shore and retreats back into ravenous ocean romance is yipping dog enthusiastically wagging tail, your squirmy laughter as it's licking your face romance is the fire that burns within you as you create your dreams, long for them, wait for them, reject them romance is giving it all up and letting God dance you romance is your saying romance is dead and believing it romance is the eye of the beloved as it peers through our one heart romance is God celebrating itself as life ~~~ He said, "I feel like I am God’s echo" and I replied: "God’s echo is silence as it sings its song throughout the universe God’s echo is your voice as it resonates throughout my body God’s echo is our finites playing their infinities God’s echo is its infinities playing through our finites God’s echo is your laughter tickling my own God’s echo is passionate cries for justice God’s echo is anger, fear and ignorance God’s echo is your acceptance of his many faces God’s echo is intolerance, bigotry and hypocrisy God’s echo is your yearning, your desire, your will God’s echo is your compassion and love God’s echo is creativity as it dances music on the stage of life God’s echo is creating limitation out of freedom God’s echo is creating freedom out of limitation God’s echo is your soul as it calls to my own God’s echo is the tear on your cheek God’s echo is my heart as it calls to yours God’s echo is seeing unity through division God’s echo is creating division out of unity God’s echo is fire as it sweeps across the brush God’s echo is water as it turns to ice and back again to water God’s echo is the poetry that pours out of you God’s echo is forgetting itself God’s echo is remembering itself God’s echo is when i hear you say i love you God’s echo is the hills, the lakes and the valleys God’s echo is the cry of lovers in the climax of their passions God’s echo is when the earth quakes God’s echo is the ocean, trees and flowers God’s echo is the clouds painting their mastery in the sky God’s echo is my heart breaking at the beauty God’s echo is beloved to the lover God’s echo is the rain nurturing the earth God’s echo is a baby crying God’s echo is the sun that shines down on us God’s echo is all living creatures God’s echo is your brilliant mind at service to what is beyond it God’s echo is playing for no reason God’s echo is finding all kinds of reasons (for no reason) God’s echo is time as it measures space and space as it measures time God’s echo is eternity where time has no meaning God’s echo is looking into your eyes and seeing mine seeing yours seeing mine seeing yours seeing mine as we plunge into our souls, dissolve and then ask what's for dinner God’s echo is the mystery that awaits us every moment Indeed you are God’s echo." ~~~ All writing on these pages unless otherwise stated by Ellen Davis, copyright 1996, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 |