Transparency

And you thought I was going to write on the topic of transparency.

No, tonight I will share yet another piece of my soul that has attempted to find it's way into words.  This is where I let myself give it to the world.  Maybe because I know so few people read this.  Or maybe just because the act of opening up the depths of my heart enough to allow this to be seen, to be read, and maybe to be related to seems like a step in the direction of the complete and utter transparency that I find myself seeking.  So without further ado, tonight's snippet of something that resembles poetry:


Looking in Your eyes is like making love to the Beloved.
The air is thick with this unspoken intimacy.
Your very Presence stirs the deepest recesses of my soul,
And in Your absence still you remain.


Sacred obsession,
Quiet embrace.
What ancient contract must bind us this way?
Lovers of soul,
Forever entwined.
This question unanswered gently tortures my mind.


Whispers of "I love you" slowly flood my being,
Drowning the temporal in this unending sea,
Threatening to unravel my hearts neatly woven strings.
Looking in Your eyes is like making love to the Beloved.




Thank you my friends!

Blessings,

Serafina