Love Comes
only to hear the sound of a rap,
on not even a doorway.
The heart remains open ... all ways, all directions, always.
Beloved.
Be loved...
loving comes, touches, rushes, ignites.
In the humanness, the body-mind-soul
is pulled and yanked,
open, open,
stretching to allow
a merge happening with New Love!
New Love - unknown,
everything changes to create space,
that it may be seen, felt, recognized...
a gem, a pearl, shining there at the center
catching the light,
all cells cannot help themselves
to look to it – to let the sparkle, sparkle them!
Joyfully helpless to be touched, expanded.
In my aloneness,
Love comes and opens me,
stretches me, pulsing me newly,
moving, dancing, touching...
no place untouched, unfelt,
...then the apparent source moves away.
In my Aloneness,
Love Comes, expands… O.K.
And so it goes. So it comes!
Touch me open Love,
come and be with every little bit,
humming and singing the tune of Joy,
vibrating...
never leaves.
three heart beats.....
The heart cries and twists,
wringing itself inside,
begging to be let out in words,
that it may know itself, somehow,
see and feel itself on the outside.
To taste Reality, ‘out’ there
from within the sanctity of the space it dwells inside.
Bursting, thirsting,
it must live in all ways.
It wrings, it wraps, it twists and twirls...
as the words come,
laying themselves to bare,
the immensity of the movement,
the intensity of the dance,
slows slightly... not less strongly...
simply more at ease
for having come
to know itself.
April 12 2001
Canela Michelle
