I slip across the boundaries of infinite worlds,
Drawn by an eternal union that bonds us...
womans capacity on monday by
boundaries of infinite worlds,
Drawn by an eternal
union that bonds us...
endless variety of your face,
Arisen in infinite
points of expression of our conjoined souls...
Do you, my love,
evoke me into these many worlds?
With your ancient
mysteries and the Sisterhood of Crones?
Or do I slip
through the portals between worlds
because your absence in this one
makes my connection
here so tenuous?
I realize now you
are in every place I turn,
in every breath I’ve known
for tens of thousands of years.
Though my hand cannot touch you,
I feel you here, always.
I know you are within me….
And you have forever been so.
To attempt to define myself
without speaking of you
Is a delusion.
What I perceive,
I see through the context of our oneness.
What I feel,
I know only in relation to our unity.
Since you stepped out of dream and into my path
It has become obvious that we have eternally moved in unison
divided by dimension.
Take my hand, lover.
Let us dance!!!