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Van Gogh's "Essence" (Sweetest Home)
I feel your breath tender on my cheeks,
Smell your skin warm on my breasts.
I hate to stir,
But you get up and out to work.
I hate to see you!
Off for the day.
I hear your jeep my heart leaps,
I spray on your favorite perfume,
Brush my hair, ready.
The best part of the day:
Body meeting spirit, yearning ending
Man and woman, primal, soft Reality.
You make me
The way I make you
Receiving and giving
Alive---living, flowing …
It just is.
The way is quiet, sweet and simple.
Quiet walks, quiet talks,
(---strike that out---)
Two bodies, one heart
Naked, shameless, timeless ecstasy
Shared in deepest of trust and understing
No words, no names, just Being.
Home is not a house
Made of bricks,
Made of bodies
This home, nowhere and everywhere,
Does not exist on the physical plane.
To find this home, sweetest home
Know the “solid” from the Real.
Only in Spirit, are minds made One.
Forever elusive to the human eye.
The heart’s well-known secret?
… intimate, boundless and free.”
Forever elusive to the human eye ...
"Love is something eternal. The aspect may change, but not the essence."
- Van Gogh