i remember that kiss, our kissing, the kiss your lips and mine meeting, dark night, dirt road from the church we church guys and gals played a game 'spinning the bottle' you and i each a coke bottle pointed to, you then i so you and i walked together into the dark no one said what to do, or not, you already knew rigged, the game, someone knew you liked me, wanted me as yours we stopped far down the road, no words the first kiss, i knew not yours, your kiss told of experience this was heaven to that young boy why this memory? why now? why the feelings? the ache? like your lips share with mine again to remind of something lost, or never gotten and maybe never will, or something precious my heart should never forget sure, in weeks alone, memories resurrect and surprising feelings arise, one didn't know lurked hidden somewhere inside, didn't know were so strongly alive but now weeks later, still the kiss, the ache, almost tears 'kiss have i missed something i can never now have?' possibly can or will still, if i choose?' am i being offered another chance?' 'kiss possibly you're a sacrament, a means of longing Grace' possibly you speak to me of unlived life, i've somehow not lived' 'kiss possibly i'll never know but i'll keep listening, keep feeling in case you've returned for a reason maybe in being with you, being with you will open my heart to hear, to see why you've returned after all these years'
*Brian K. Wilcox. Return of the Kiss. June, 26.2018.
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As we move deeper into the Heart of Life, we become stronger, so able to be more vulnerable, more receptive to subtle movements of Grace. We never know what will arise out of the Silence. If something moves us deeply, a something not from mind but deeper, we need to listen, to live with it, to wait patiently to receive whatever gift it has for us. We may never know. We may. Regardless, the listening and feeling is important. Even the recollection of feelings and memories of a kiss can be given us, an apparently mundane happening, but holding within a gift glowing with the Wisdom of Life. And if bread and wine can be a sacrament of unseen Grace, why not a kiss?
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*All material, unless another source is cited, is authored by the presenter of Lotus of Heart, Brian Kenneth Wilcox, Florida USA. Use of the material is permitted; Brian only requests that credit be given and to be notified at firstname.lastname@example.org .
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