let heartbeats be our words
drops of sweat, our punctuation,
exclamation marks
dot the floor
as we slither
in, out and through Infinity's door
shedding skin and stardust
finding our way with our tongues
rattling and unraveling
all of existence into One

the ritual i find with you
births new moons and stirs ocean stars
this ritual is
cosmic amethyst rock and sounds of Sitars.
it is the translation of tapestry
from the times of Shams-i-Tabriz
images dissolve, Truths absolve.

this ritual is the illumination of deep secrets kept
in the solace of
Om Ah Hum
it is the brilliance of
Om Mani Padme Hum

flow into staccato

i've heard the sound of truth,
syncopated in suspension
moving like the Ganges,
cutting through the mind's tension
thoughts follow feet, get lost on the way
allowing, uncovering this new terrain
flowing into what is there, and yet to be
letting my spirit dance me

slipping right into inspiration,
like a fish in water
my aura glows like embers,
made of breath and fire
release the warrior
leaving the soft part of me to
explore my angles, my edges
stop, go and let the beat carry me