since we all admit
through experience
that love is not
seasonal
regional
ideal
conventional
purely sensorial
one dimensional
we agreed.
like weavers
women of the rug
persian
berber
nomadic
aboriginal
oriental
we stream
our soul
through loops
and worm holes
from solids
like liquids
In fractal patterns
lights and lanterns
portals and parallel realms
a multi dimensional labyrinth
carrying the moon and the sun
in our being
all is found
earth and water
air to ether
our breath fire
we weave desire
into matter
rooted in
our consciousness
our Edenic home
absent of Adam
not even his clone
permitted near this throne
do we agree.
where heaven
and hell reside
we abide
riding love tides
low and high
then why do we
not chose to be
love every moment
dissolving like solvent
in the oceanic resolvent
bringing life to our life
summoning all elements
within our magnificence
every moment bliss
pure cosmic tapestry
we chose not mediocrity
we chose chance
so to be enchanted
in a heliocentric
dance trance
Ra step aside
the queen has arrived
we whirl in ecstasy
encircling her majesty
we bow to her light
as a mark of remembrance
to her Pre Adamic reality