Holy Waters

We move beyond the simple
pleasures of our bodies.

Yes...the thickness of desire
still hangs humid in the
air.

We taste it on the words we
speak.

And the weight of fingers pressed
warm across the flesh...thrills
to a deepness past the
bone.

This will never change.

Yet we have opened doors that
lead to higher worlds.

We have glimpsed the
ocean.

And now nothing else
will do -

But to swim in holy
waters.

~

Everything is perfect as is - and yet we find ourselves drawn to experience a depth of self unknown in a days reality. This too is perfect. Our longing is a sirens call to deeper waters. From waves to the stillness of the oceans floor we swim in holy waters. We can float, or wade or fully submerge ourselves in the bliss of pure consciousness - but never be afraid of getting wet.

Peace,

Eric