Like a rose dropping its petals One by one -- So I kneel before You... What is this question That would have me lost To all I had known before? Everywhere I breathe Only the scent of honeysuckle -- And Your teeth sink deeper into my flesh... This love has brought me To the very edge of Your Garden -- So why do I keep looking back? My eye searches the field For the color red: One Love only Knows the reason why... You are my Beloved: this secret Of the full moon will be the last words spoken: As the Universe dies into God... This pen quivers like my tongue Tracing a trail from Your breast To belly... and further... Listen! Perhaps all that we need Is another revelation, And then we can all go Home... Every believer hears the sound Of the voice they want: Me? I don't want to just kiss Your feet... You have taken every drop of wine: I sit and stare at Your cup And get incredibly drunk... I now understand that Love Is never an arrival: it is always And endlessly a falling... Life shouts to protect our breath! But Love kisses us differently: Give it all away! Still, another rose blossoms And gently slays the entire Universe: I surrender into that Nothing... This Love is without meaning As if a horse could make wings fly! Hush... let this Kiss be the end of words...
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AuthorRobert Daniel Smith was privileged to serve the homeless and marginalized for 30 years in California. He is living now almost within shouting distance of the Twin Cities. He is a poet, artist, writer, and long-time Companion of the Way still dreaming... Archives
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