I, sweet stillness of the quiet rim, form that you, My Love, place your mouth upon to imbibe the Wine; you, the Chalice, my intoxicating fullness contains, your tongue's delight am I, those eyes my Light supply. Eucharistic depths mystify, wash on shore questions never sating longing or answers to satisfy. Finally, falling, surrendered, helpless demise to thirst and hunger: No more bread, no more wine, only This Love beyond altar and steeple, gods and religion, right and wrong, does quiet this lover's restless seeking that led me here to you: One isle of Calm, the gift of life received, for lost the self in your arms. I never know what this Sun will say. I know I did not learn this from anyone with body and blood here.
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*Lotus of the Heart is a Work of Arem Nahariim-Samadhi ~ a Hospice Chaplain, interspiritual author, writer, poet, and bicyclist. He is someone in love with Life and inviting others to that same ecstasy of Love ~ and, by the way, herein is nothing he claims as his own.
