KISSED BY THE DIVINE AT SUNRISE

I stub my toes climbing the steps to you.
Joyfully I bruise them.
Even when I put on my finest dancing moccasins,
I scuff the toes.
Am I not lifting my feet high enough?
How high are you, really?
When I part the drapery to witness the sunrise
and feel the light-fire-heat,
I cannot look or I would go blind,
such radiant Life!
But I feel your touch through the window,
and I hear you whisper:
Your attempt to move towards me,
is moving you away.
Be still.
Hold your breath for a moment.
Feel me.
My Beloved.
You whisper … that I AM you!
I need not look for you.
So, I let you place your morning sunlight kisses on my cheeks,
and my heart yields… to the glow of our oneness.