Heart Melt

Predawn Moon bathing earthly forms, Playing a game of unveiling with shadows. Fresh breeze fills heart chambers Wisps of freedom mingle with the etheric presence of Autumn trees. Leaves rustle then leap into flight, C hasing ghosts of butterflies gone south. An eternal pause, we do not age here Archetypal silence emerges out of holes between moments. We drink this stillness with the mouths of our souls S omething complete and all-pervading is nourished, Inoculating us from the illusion of death and decay. All thoughts fallen away, we sit   Being the Full Moon in Autumn.

I have accepted from the high priest The bowl of Hemlock And drank every drop in pledge of service to thee beloved. You have taken me off the Cross, I felt the nails pulled from my hands and feet, The rough hewn wood scraping my back as I slid down. Yet how much longer beloved Must I wait Until they embrace consumes me In Love!