There is one in whose presence
your face becomes the sky
as your most intimate secrets come out
fluttering like butterflies.
Before You my heart’s petals spread in prostration
like the palm of heaven below the burning sun.
I am a vessel filled to overflow
with the divine light of Your presence.
Love is the garden.
We, its blossoming flowers.
Two flowers sharing a single root.
The wind blows,
our cheeks touch,
My words are thirsty drops of water
aching to soak into your heart.
There is a sacred touch that enlivens in us seeds which presence we ignored.
I am a song written in the language of the stars,
only the full moon can unfold my being.