In the ecstasy of the Eternal Now

This place was Mystery… shrouded in mist… an echo that rippled through the Universe… And here, two lights danced and illuminated the Garden…  two lights that intertwined… laced themselves together… formed a single strand of fabric… Their touch… their warmth… their light aroused the Garden to life…

 

In this moment, the darkness and light embraced… and the colors were born in the sweet release of this King… this Queen… as they fused into their oneness, the flowers bursting into decadent, delicate blooms… scarlet, amber, and coral colored threads… and the shadows and sighs were painted on a canvas of indigo, emerald, and lavender…  faint strips of silvery silhouettes in scents of Ylang Ylang…

 

This world they formed and shaped from the ceaseless caresses of their cloth of dreams, as the fragrance of vanilla drifted over them…  and they walked naked through their new kingdom… nothing to fear… nothing to inhibit them… nothing to hide from… they were completely open… completely known… bare in oneness… devouring and being devoured in nutmeg intoxication…

 

In their sumptuous embrace flames of gold would rise from their one burning soul… and the wildness of music would encompass this world of light and warmth… this world of darkness and peace… And in their embrace… in their fire… perfect Love was born endlessly… It was two hands laced into one… two bodies dancing as a single flame… two hearts in perfect harmony… two minds with the sole purpose of unity… of the knowing… of the giving… of the being…

 

This perfect Love brought forth a pool of mingled gold and ruby wine… emerald branches dripping with succulent fruit… luscious spiced scents… waves of heat rising all around them from the endless life growing…  They looked into their singular reflection in the pool of gold and ruby… and there... there in the wine’s mirror image… they saw the Everything of them…

 

From the mist rose the song… from notes never once heard, flavored in coriander and fennel… and the music breathed over them their soul’s dream:

 

May those hot waves
take us up to the clouds
as two drops of mist
and once we arrive
in those bright white skies
we will both long for
the cold wind to come again
so we may rain down
as a single drop this time

 

And here… the Queen… his Angel spoke… “I will look inside your eyes, and put my hands around your face, and speak all my love to you in a deep silence, and then we will kiss in the eternity of the moment a kiss that will last forever, and will connect our hearts even deeper! And then, after the endless kiss I'll just say 'I love you' and you will know what I mean with those words... the meaning of the word LOVE... All there is inside a word...”

 

And here… the King… her Dragon replied.. “When you look inside my eyes, and hold my face in your hands, and speak into me… and kiss me with the kiss of eternity… I will rise inside you like the sun… and our gaze shall be eternal… our souls will seek only more of us… it will be an insatiable hunger… And Love will exist in the now of our Garden… forever…”        

 

In sunlight and shadows, eyes can ever glimpse the King and his Queen… in this place called Mystery… ever shrouded in the mist, for none can comprehend such a world… a Garden made by the soul of Love itself… Love that is found in the being… in the living… in the pool of gold and ruby… birthing scents of ginger and jasmine…

 

In the echoed stillness of night one can hear the Angel calling to her Dragon… “Come… Be..  be with me… let us be together… right above the water…" And they will always be found there… existing in the ecstasy of the Eternal Now. 

Reviews

[Melinda McQueen]

Wow... I loved every stanza, every word. It read so delicately and there was much passion to behold.
A great write by far.

[An owl on the moon]

It's wonderful to have you by again, dear poet. thank you!

[Pryde Foltz]

What a tremendous write, Craig. A wonderful piece of poetic prose.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, Pryde.. such a blessing to have you by... I think this is my earliest memory of her.. those ancient places your mind wanders when you dream.