Kiss the Lips of Cosmic Beauty

Dark day storm, bright light of stars, wings of angels

Herald your heroic march as you ride on the wind,

And do you show your beauty in ten billion forms

Throughout the Cosmos of eyes twinkling at night

In the form of stars staring down upon this earth ~

Gaia your honored home, sacred sanctuary of souls,

Where multitudes of gods approach you in dread

And in wonder-love, bowing to your mighty majesty,

Chanting hymns of deep adoration on ocean waves

Like undulating valleys and mountains momentous,

And yet who are you in such terrible terrifying form,

May this child inquire in trembling staggering, Lord,

And will you grant even a glimmer of understanding

Even to me, who can do no less than willingly worship

As the Universe delights and rejoices in your presence?

Supernal Love, Chi to Life

Lover mine with lovely fair skin, open eyes, bare chest so smooth,

Hover over me with flute in hand to stay and play and plant a kiss

Upon my fit lips at the dawn of a new day drawn from your bosom,

And hold me close against the cold in an emboldened living passion

Born of your compassion for mortal creatures you mean to refashion

In the likeness of your light and life, love and truth, peace and beauty

As an everlasting answer to brahmin prayers that wear into samsara

And this chi shall then forever be free to be all of you to be all of me,

So play some life-giving tune of heavenly fruit upon your sacred flute

That this poor boy may ever rest in the riches of your verdurous grove

In the shadow of tall trees near the sea, waves lapping on a near shore

In your place beyond all places in endless space, laced to you eternally

Please Play Me One Creative Cosmic Song

Looking deeply into your heavenly eyes my heart sighs for love unbound,
Crowned as you are with gold, with jewels, with sun and moon and stars,
And you are now all in all pulsing thru my veins, my soul where you reign,
An inner spiritual domain to make your kingdom to freely rule in wisdom,
To liberate my very self ~ another poor atman ~ from every self-delusion,
And all confusion of this undesirable world of pain in chains of suffering,
And so I ask only that you would play some creative cosmic song for me,
As on bended knee I bow here and now to kiss your feet, so finely sweet,
To then rest my head against your everlasting youthful bosom so strong,
Unfailing guard from every harm and every wrong as you play your song,
And my body with haunting heavenly notes reverberating thru my being,
Seeing, touching, feeling your majesty from above with an infinite love …
And I pray the moment turn to eternity, an unending beginning with you