Love. An Offering to The Soul. To Nadine May by Manatita
My Love is Silence; unspoken.
It is the bliss of Heaven,
Deep within as fuel to the Soul.
Sometimes glowing; often a tiny flame of beauty;
A breath, upon the wind.
My Beloved dances like daffodils;
Responds to the radiance of the Sun;
Takes birth as a kernel; to replenish the Earth.
She moves to the rhythms, of Her play of Consciousness;
Bends in adoration to the Cosmic Will,
And nurtures the yearnings or longings of man.
Feeling Love, I am unable to describe Its state,
Giving selflessly, simply because my Beloved tells me to.
It is Love I see in the innocence of the child;
The joy I feel when walking on nature's dawns;
Love awakens the spirit of my tomorrows.
From Its Highest Bliss, this same Essence
Descends to the gross desires of my love,
And in Oneness, tries to lift it in sublimity,
To its natural state.
The Beloved manifests in my laughter and in my joys;
My trials, and in my tribulations.
Rising from Itself, It manifests as Light in myriad ways;
It is the yearning of the One for the One.
Like the Mother, Love reaches out in Sacrifice,
Through bruises, as well as in Nectar Divine,
Always seeing the entire picture, for the benefit of all.
Love is within me, like the flower,
And I am the sacrifice of its fragrance.
Word-crafted Awakenings, by The Lantern-Carrier, January 5th, 2015. ©Copyrighted.
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