poem

One More Time

Unknowing

Denial

So I am Told

Look Well

Lines of Becoming

Remaining Grounded

Always Already

One is Called

One More Time

let me kiss your wounds

with my sweetness

so that I may come closer

to your radiance

 

let me wash your skin

with my gentleness

so that I may be cleansed

by your vibrancy

 

let me inhale your suffering

with my peace

so that I may be filled

with your Presence

 

let me gaze upon you

with my soft eyes

so that I may see

the beauty of your existence

 

and if I fail

to relieve you of your suffering

let me bask in the comfort

of our embrace

one more time