A Chant

In the corner of garden A silent flower Dances with wind, mantra of " Thank you". Soft touch of grace On rim of dreams. The beloved face Untouched, Just close enough Intimate enough With fingertips of my heart. Unsatisfied eternal hunger for self Meeting Self, What a beauty This mystery is. Moments of recognition No…

A sacrament

Oh God, my beloved has come. His lips's touch upon the veil, His heart in flames, And his scent, A sealed sacrament Under the moonlight. I can not be left alone, When the warmth of earth Cries so loud inside. His hands reaching to my lute, And my thirsty throat Voicing a lifetime prayers To…