The silence in between words unspoken,
the essence between the spaces and space.
A gesture ascending lifetimes of compassion,
seeing beyond what is right in front of you.
A feeling for which you cannot see.
Oh no, this Love transcends a feeling.
Tease me, lover, does our Love not seem unworthy within these worldly definitions?
Our Love rests so easy in the mystery of the unknown.
Worthy only in its perpetual nature
to take shape within the spirits it finds rest in.
Worthy only in its perpetual nature
to take shape within the spirits it finds rest in.
Undefined for eternity,
ever evolving, exploring
the secret places only a lover can touch, feel
through the senses halucinatory
through the senses halucinatory
to those whose eyes have not been blinded, by the sunlight that isn't there,
into darkness.
into darkness.
Our Love that moves me in places I cannot feel
directing me gently on a path to You, with You.
Our Love with no boundaries, no definition
no direction.
(how threatening to those who cannot see the blinding sunlight?)
(how threatening to those who cannot see the blinding sunlight?)
Our Love in it's raw unfixed freedom
allowing its lovers the space
and eternity
to live a life beyond what this existence is yet to define.
Our Love that dances in no shape or form,
it's only presence is to dance
in the hearts of it's lovers' spirit.
it's only presence is to dance
in the hearts of it's lovers' spirit.
I end, lover, on a note with no end.
Our Love with no end.
"Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things" Rumi
Our Love with no end.
"Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things" Rumi
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