Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You; On Togetherness

Mycorrhiza

after The Prophet 

of the pouring of cups;

fill one another's’ 

but do not drink from the same source. 

let love be a noisy, wild, sea 

between the shores of your souls 

connecting two boundless continents 

flowing to the same ocean 

and dancing away again 

on the notion of space; leave spaces, 

in your togetherness, 

gaps for richness to grow 

lone riches, planted only as personal 

Soul Food. 

Hearts can be gifted 

sparkly bow-wrapped, with all of the embellishments, 

loaned for a while 

though, lungs, voices, souls must remain open. 

on becoming One; make temples of your bodies 

filling ferociously in union 

shaking when met, with both, 

power and grace. 

softness and strength coinciding, 

with the knowledge that this is a game, a cosmic dance,

made for much playfulness

on truthful expression;

let laughter fill the lungs of your connection

an expanding vessel of effervescent vibrancy

on reciprocity; give flowers and take with grace

arrange them as you wish, pouring sweet sugars into their waters of growth, 

though, when they die, do not be expectant of new life immediately,

do the same of your seeds

if planting blooming gardens; sow the seeds of creativity together

birth much before birthing little ones

when traveling; know that the caves of the hearts are overflowing with interesting cavities, pumping with ripeness of inspiration, 

so when one travels.. unravels.. ripens.. without the other, explore the realm of the heart that you have been admitted unlimited access to

taste one another once sweetening,

for this, harvesting season must pass, rains must pass, becoming ripe is a ritualistic rite, a byproduct of the comfort of aloneness with oneself,

of  manifesting in the physical earthly manners, dream.. dream.. dream

as the Love becomes a portal for a whole dreamscape

a land of your own design, for your mutual surrendering becomes the Key

float in the subconscious dreamscapes.. the ethereal .. unseen as you can. enter forgotten, forbidden lands

 always coming home to one another,

to politely bicker, 

about who will do yesterday’s dishes, as you make tonight’s dinner. both wishing to serve the other, and do all you can to lay the alive flames of your devotion at the altar of their lotus feet.

in becoming silent; this is where the understanding blossoms. observe from afar  without rose-tinted glasses, see what is to be seen, how to carry buckets of light to empty onto the dark becomings that the soul longs for, in order to transmute, in order to bring death upon itself

to be reborn in orgasmic-holding of regular gratitudes

on becoming pleasure; slow down to honor each second of the temple you are collectively building

each golden brick can be laid with overflowing passionate joy

of the pleasure of appreciation for actions shared.

of the seasons;

embrace them all like the changing inner tides

 not only the soft tenderness, but the wildfires that tear down all branches of illusions 

be thankful for that which can only be seen with four, felt with four, held by four, 

though remember you have two of everything.

come back to this harmonious self balanced union within.

when  coming together;

join hands before walking slowly.. kinder.. with each step on the intertwining path

though don't be surprised when the paths unravel, before weaving into merged horizons again,

as roots can only spread downwards into shadows

but sprouts need to jump into their own unique light, for the tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow. 

Walking the Path of Love

This poem of mine links to the importance of having 'spaces in the togetherness', how vast, expansive Love is possible, only in the intricacies, in the overflowing, in the multiplicities. There has to be a rise in the awareness that Love is everywhere, available to each of us every moment, if we chose it. This is the path of Love.