Imagine the most fit woman
Sexy, very feminine, outgoing
Eyes sparkling with life and honey
Leading me through the mountains
Curious mind, educated, passionate
For something, some art of soul
The thrill of discovering her
Loving me – the joy of possibilities
Sweet embraces passions soaring
The heart so full it aches from streching
More joy than this is my God.

Imagine the red checker tablecloth on sturdy wood,
A dining hall the size of a sky
In an open field in France with all the family singing,
Dancing around a table set with delicious
Greek and Spanish olives, fresh lemon, sweet tomatoes, crisp cucumber
Deep mellow Manchego cheese, fresh feta, exotic sauces
Of chickpeas and garlic, Mexican salsa, creamy guacamole.
Every loved one is there rosey cheeked, without worries
Free of ego, praising and loving each other
Chests red and warm like suns of care and comfort
More complete, more sweetly drunk
And safer in love than this is my Lord.


Imagine after years of study
Struggle conquering ego under
Masters who believe in you
Masters reknowned the world over
In books, praised by the illuminati of our time
Telling you you have incredible talent
Teaching you patiently, carefully
One on one, wanting nothing but to help you to bloom
For the love of the art.
Your tools singing in your hands
Your labors a flowing dance of understanding
Riding the boat of drunken concentration
Emerging from your studio
After days at the helm without
Food or water, weeding watering your work
Of love the very flower of joy, your immortal child
Energy flowing through you from the cosmos
The words burned from your mouth
Silent you of singing heart.
Greater than this is the art of loving God.


Imagine pulsing heart and vibrations
On a mountain bike coursing over the land
Like a shrieking immortal lion one with you.
That click as your glider catches the air
Shuddering and soars high over the elevated
Earth silent, the dream of flight realized.
The moment your board's tail sticks and you
Pass through the roaring tunnel of an ocean wave
Silver dagger of fish suspended glittering in a blue world.
The breathtaking unity when you and another are one,
What is possible, the thrill of speed and power,
Blood racing, shaking your finger tips
You breathe a thin, cold slice of air
In fear and exhilaration, goosebumps
And sweet pins darting through every nerve
Lips to toes beating with fear and rapture
More rush nerves awake than this is the One.
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