HEART OF SONG

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HEART OF SONG

Ever murmuring stillness enfolds the steadfast roots in emergence of infinities fullest love, standing at the cusp of dawn, the hour draws near, yet brighter is the overyeilding essence tending thought, word and deepest unearthed longings, watering the meadows of a true satisfied harvest.

Taking every shape of pattern interlocking those configurations into tallest towers woven by aching memories rising out to enclose the breadth of firmest winds caressed in longing of the Sun's welding rays that clasp the wayward sighs into final contentment, glad to be. Hushed, stilled, known, it is a quiet of serenity.

Driven vehicles of delivery yet fill the air with the evocation of yet another moments fresh cargo of provoking embers that stir in the pit of the fire that encircles the fullest night moon. Laying awake knowing the miracle of your heart entraining with mine guiding like a star the ship that sails from yours to mine harbor.

Yielding the knowledge of your inner presence has become a rock that will not move beyond the boundaries of a love that surpasses the depth of sea and mountainous terrains. Bidden there to dwell in time forgotten, overlapping the edges of every now second that ceases to negate the cry of hunger shouting in the desert to be responded of.

Like a force bursting through boulders of resistance the inner soul finds its route to you in the twilight hours that never cease the calling of soul to soul that only lovers know in the dwelling of heart closeness. Forbidden not it flows smoothly like the well-worn river beyond the scope of geographical limitations. Enriching each blade of tender grass, loving words shelter the weary.

Distracted not by the turns and twists of the path it follows the way known long ago on its signature journey towards the home of each other. The hearth of the spirit is rich in the abundance of never-ending sources that secure each connected recall of otherness. Beating like a jungle tribe, drumming each beat rises to crest the wave of larger spiritual outreach that joins each to other.

Unashamed, joys merge, resounding bolder than lightnings thunderous bellows. That which hinders rattles unmatched by the power of oneness that triumphs over each human error. Unabashed it comes forth stronger than the mighty oak bent under its burden of heaviness for they are free to choose, again and again, each time renewed. Free of the tangled web, their actions lift each other to regions beyond the scope of sedentary vision.

It is for this they came, encountering the other, knowing the time has come to acknowledge the gift they are to each other. For in the hardest hour they do not shatter for they master the storms of illusion to reach the shores of eternity where the core of higherself secures all upward bound. It is the beauty of soul-love, they hinder not the process by which spirit evolves and two become one in deepest meaning of evolution.

Know you are....loved, wanted, received, assured, that all is as you have so dreamed. For we are that and more. Never changing, yet always enriching, moving into heartland where spirit dwells and love renews. Each moment a beginning, yet a restoration of the real vision of otherness that dwells under the beating of a heart that longs to know self and other, all of that which is sustained by deep underground reserves that answer to inner cries of expansion. For who are we to turn away from love's awakening. It is as it is, calling to itself once more, never ceasing, always hungry.

I am blessed to know you,
Graceladymn



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dancinghawk commented on HEART OF SONG

10-22-2009

"Forbidden not it flows smoothly like the well-worn river beyond the scope of geographical limitations. Enriching each blade of tender grass, loving words shelter the weary." For this and all the rest ... a chant from the other side ... channeling a truth of connection, wholeness, oneness, love ... in all its forms ... beautiful write, Darling ... thx for this beautiful share!

graceladymn

10/23/2009

Glad you enjoyed it, it was a gentle write both personal and corporate at the same time.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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