Beloved Too seldom now do I find your presence in my life and yet, when we meet there is nothing else, only the meeting. It is though you have never left. Your coming fills my entire Being. Your touch illuminates my mind and draws my heart home to you. All thoughts and concerns fall away and I am immersed in the flow of your love. Your light melts me into greater knowing of the potential that you hold, a potential that dissolves all other references and leaves me in the grip of your love alone.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Meeting with the presence of the beloveds love in the heart which has happened at times from meeting with Woman and at times from being on Meditation retreat.
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