As Love meets Love in form, as it recognizes itself,

it spreads everywhere waking itself up to its own glory!

It is difference as it wakes up to its sameness through the play of poles;

As it is embraced in the rapture of our oneheart,

Tingling more manyness into oneness,

More diversity and multiplicity into unity.

It is one tasting itself through two.

Sound loves so much it grew ears so that it may hear itself

Beauty loves so much it grew eyes so that it may see itself

The senses are born from the love that we are in its delight to taste itself

You are born from the love that i am so that i may love myself

I am your creation

You are my love

We can see this when there is no one to be yours

And no one to be mine

Being breathed sublime

Faces of the divine

At play

In the fields of

Time

– Ellen Davis (c) 2001