I don't know why you chose
To bless me with your kiss
Just now,
My beloved Shehe
And the psychologist
In me wonders at what
My body chemistry is doing
Right now...is it just
A chemical soup
In my Blood?
Well being washes
Over me.
Knowingness floods
My mind
Fills my heart
Kisses my soul
Makes known to my being
That worries over money,
Time, aging, and
The sea of humanity
Are just ok as they are
That the worlds of imagination
Are places that are welcome
To my spirit,
Body or not.
These words are so pale
For such fleeting
Kisses and communications
From the divine.
Though I have wishes
Of living in such ecstasy
Always and never leaving
Your beloved presence
Ever.
Of late to just exist
Leads me to weep in sheer
Divine states of enormous
Gratitude for what I feel.
I have no earth words
For what I mean
That will translate
In this world
Beloved help me.
You are such an inspiration
Let me stand here
In the face of the insanity
Of this world and how it goes about itself
And exist for a good purpose
Besides taking up space.
The horror of this world
Is terrible and the price
For me to type this on a computer
Is staggering.
People are dying
Children are shot
International deals are made
We, each American, would vomit
To know the consequences
Of our life style
And the price
In human life
That is paid
For even
The least of us.
I feel almost ashamed
To walk through the pristine
Halls of academia
And to even have an inkling
Of the cost of intelligent ignorance
To argue for who is sane
And who is not
Is at the very least
Amusing to the
Omniscient,
For it is not
We who know,
But you.
So I trust you
Beloved.
That if you grant me
Your God Kisses
And help me to feel
High on life and the sense
Of time and space that you
Have bestowed upon
My consciousness
That, though others suffer
That I should hold no
Regret to enjoy your gift
While other parts of our soul
Do not.
May such moments
Be a gift
So that when the world
Is at its most insistent at
Invoking Pain
That I remember
This momentary gift,
