Silence
in the middle of Meditation
Oh, God, have I told you how precious your every cell is?
Your perfect sensuous form, reasoning, empathy.
Your floating eternal web of God, Mercy, Love
that you ascend and take root
that you turn me on, like an elegant Merkabah
opening the wand of illumination
stirring my still pond, into wings of natural Niagaras
your world within a world
the celestial creation of Gods within Gods
and the Yantra like a temple spinning in your eye
where baths of mantras, and sand mandalas
weave together
Eden
and I am yours
I love You
Your Beloved
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