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DESERT BEDOUIN ROSE
(C) 2009 Howard McQueen
AaaaaaOOOOooooMmmmm ...
Oh sacred Bedouin [1] spirit,
wrapped in colorful shawl,
you gaze out from your desert of desolation,
stripped down to your beauty, essential and raw.
Your intoxicating, percolating spirit
pooling in the darkness of your eyes,
immersed so deeply,
steeped in dark, brooding Mystery.
The rose, tucked away in a book of fine desert prose,
one thousand years ago.
Re-opened and read just now,
provokes that exotic perfumed sensory whiff
once adorned and worn by you.
Deep in your rapture,
I am beholding again,
the image of such uncomposed,
underlying, vulnerable
ancient Beauty.
~...~
I am so grateful for you,
sister held in soul,
who chose to cut your hair and die
out on these high desert plains
just one year ago.
You constantly take my breath away,
reminding me to persistently sip
from the deeper well
of eternal nourishment.
[1] Bedouin: a member of a nomadic tribe, a wanderer, moving about according to the seasons (in this case, the interior seasons supported by the soul).
~ ~ ~
AaaaaaOOOOooooMmmmm ...
Oh sacred Bedouin [1] spirit,
wrapped in colorful shawl,
you gaze out from your desert of desolation,
stripped down to your beauty, essential and raw.
Your intoxicating, percolating spirit
pooling in the darkness of your eyes,
immersed so deeply,
steeped in dark, brooding Mystery.
The rose, tucked away in a book of fine desert prose,
one thousand years ago.
Re-opened and read just now,
provokes that exotic perfumed sensory whiff
once adorned and worn by you.
Deep in your rapture,
I am beholding again,
the image of such uncomposed,
underlying, vulnerable
ancient Beauty.
~...~
I am so grateful for you,
sister held in soul,
who chose to cut your hair and die
out on these high desert plains
just one year ago.
You constantly take my breath away,
reminding me to persistently sip
from the deeper well
of eternal nourishment.
[1] Bedouin: a member of a nomadic tribe, a wanderer, moving about according to the seasons (in this case, the interior seasons supported by the soul).
~ ~ ~
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Comment by Howard McQueen on October 5, 2009 at 6:50pm
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The cup of overflowing eternalness connects us all in inclusivity. We two widen this circle for others wanting to share a bolder, open and transparent love. Care to join us, on this dance floor of Life, as we widen and make more space for this redefining of love, as it spreads across the infinitely faceted faces of humanity, all these we connecting together, in extending a loving family ...
Blessings to those of you that have been sailing in your solitude, hiding amidst your shyness, grieving over your losses. There is plenty of room on this ocean floor of lovin', watching all that is on the surface, bobbing along in the uncertainty.
And, we'll float perhaps akwardly into each other and exchange the gift in loving what is ...
flowing out of the eternal well-spring ...
have another sip and slip into a divine fellowship.
ciao
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