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
In the fields of
– Ellen Davis (c) 2001