Sweet Messenger of Love

Sweet Messenger of Love

 

The valley lies wrapped in the think moisture of sleep

but I recognize the day will be hot and swamped.

 

Surprisingly I awake easily full of sweetness deep,

this now, relaxed and high, like a joyful runner pumped.

 

sweet water…. divine

make this beingness pure

like Truth wine ….

sweet water

 

The sun burns away the secretive fog

insisting on ruthless revelation of bittersweet thought.

 

If I accept quinine without questioning, I am but a cog;

Brahm’s endless death dance holds soul captured, bought.

 

sweet water …. divine

make this beingness

pure Truth wine …

sweet water!

 

So stop, pause, come in, imbibe the precious drink of life,

transcending, amending perspective to include union of two.

 

Open all of me to receive beauty, wisdom, Love without strife;

this moment of merging, surrender to wholeness, my awaited cue.

 

sweet sweet water …. divine

this beingness pure

this Truth wine …

sweet water … mine.

 

Evening nudges the day into soft twilight dream,

colors on meandering waters follow the course to sea.

 

Who is this messenger of Love? intent above the stream,

calling from the deep golden ocean, longing One to be?

 

sweet water mine …

awaited Song divine.

            

~janet

 

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

Uhh�I like this.
The images with the water are great and the poem flows well :)).
You caught the superb feeling with grace in verses.

A.M.