Palette in hand,
I stand drinking in
your infinite giving.
Yearning to emulate
On canvas texture
your emanating goodness.

A goodness
like ten sapphires
perfect, complete.
Radiating perfect light
glistening sparkles
Shattered and Illuminated,
Floating formless
Teasing impressions
Seeking connection.

I know your face,
If only I could bring it to mind.
Were you a poet of sorts?
A creator?
Or a lost soulmate
torn from another world?
Why can’t I remember
our completeness?
Fragmented memories dance
like a 70 faceted diamond
Looked at 600,000 ways.
I seek the point in my heart,
the spark that corrects my
morals to a greater truth.
The true religion
That connects our souls.

Dark rolling mass of desire
crashing on the shore of my reality,
ebbing and flowing, compelling me,
demanding satisfaction.
Yet anchored frustration
that I have no means to
satisfy the opaque in distant hues
of some strange long lost
memory waiting to be reborn
yearning for the light.

You are infinitely desirable.
How can a canvas capture the
sense of the infinite
outside of us
unbound by knowledge,
unbound by my crafted lines,
shapes and glazing’s?

Your penetrating beauty
crafted of pure soul desire is
made alluring by the
seductive modesty of your veil
So what of my motive?
Is my desire a correction or a corruption?
Do I long to be like you and give of your saintliness
Or am I living a calculation of profit
to gain my selfish lust?

Should I dazzle you with delights and pleasures?
Impress you with growing wealth?
Or empowering masculine magnetism?
No. That is an illusion.
Our souls must be one.
United; equivalent in form.
A selfish desire may calm my whims
and make you unsatisfied.
In your loving light,
I am purged of my lust
and seek the greater good.

I must again know my intention.
Am I painting a fiction,
a mystery, an imitation of relations?
Seeking your truth?
or crafting my own Pygmalion?

I feel your gaze right through me
As if you know my soul.
Like a light filling me
With some natural law
That compels me to emulate your perfection
of which I am but a shadow
Why is it that you act so perfectly?
it is not enough to imitate your actions.
I must know why and know your soul.

Perhaps by prayer and study
I may draw to me the divinity
that I share in her soul?
Heart to heart
- a tiny spark of divinity
bound together drawn from above.
Called by the divine merciful name,
a spark called down from above into this world,
emanating from the divine breath.
Like a light filling my veins empowering my blood with vital energy.

I seek the spark of divinity within you,
like a child unable to comprehend
the measure of a mother,
who with tender cultivated love
watches over her child and
encourages them to grow
as a flower is guided to the light.

Then suddenly it hits me
That everything I see is distorted by ego
I only see of you what is in myself.
There is so much I cannot fathom
As if an analogy reveals her essence
That I see.

A child, hand led,
I am both scared and frustrated,
overwhelmed by my own darkness.
The light of her thriving
primordial tenderness
reveals what I shall grow
and what I must cast.

My bland and blank illusions
Pass before me.
Cause and consequence,
are submerged by her surrounding aura
that falsifies the worn out sensual façade
of artistic sophisticated companions.

She is a model of honest truth
That flies in joy and
dives to depths of honesty.
Her kind are companions for life,
my peers – a unifying of souls
That tiny spark, point to point,
Connected.
That draws to us your
Reforming loving light.

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