Your brown eyes flow through me
like a river winding into my soul,
cleansing the very core of my heart
with cool clear magic liquid
that frees me from fear’s lies
that grip and choke.
Absorbed in luminous whirlpools of adoration,
surrounded by hearth of soft silken white light,
enthralled by endless faith in love,
fueled by vital force of devotion
that reaches toward the boundless sky,
explores within universal emotions
that feed and nourish expansion of our universe.
Woodstock, New York
February 5, 2011
The River
The River
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