the deep kiss of solitude



i am present to the blank page

 of morning of something wanting to be expressed

 hovering in the energy

around me and within me

beyond me

i close my eyes and offer a path

to allow the morning

to announce itself


  sometimes the words cannot hold

the flood of liquid gold

that comes as morning light

and they burst

into a meadow filled with

 golden yellow flowers

covered with fluttering butterflies

turning words into eyes

that behold beauty


when love opens lips to speak

there can be a silence

so alive that

  no sound is needed

except to feel the breath

that lingers there

melting thought into love

as it breathes us

into love





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