In times of old we sat with the stars
Looking at the ones who had descended to
Heaven and Earth.
We spoke of our journeys,
the lives we would live in the dust.
And then we parted to meet again in the palace of mud.
How beautiful it is to see you again
in the Beloved's heart.
To dance with you to the sound of music
and poetry.
In your eyes I see what I cannot buy or sell,
that which is perfect beyond all knowing.
Dance with me, my beloved One.
Our eternal dance around the moon continues
through yet another life.
My heart sings in the harmony of love
accompanied by your heartstrings.
Stir my heart again with your gentle touch.
Sing to me in a throaty voice,
the way you sang us from stars to dust
and back again.
Om Prakash
©August 27, 2006
About the Creator
Om Prakash John Gilmore
John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
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