This is the dream
From which I now must wake.

Something happened
When I turned around
And you were there,
So long ages ago,
Chrystalized loneliness
In the marrow of the bone

Yet I received your word 
Free from hurt and hinder
And received with joy and bliss

I tasted the sweet honey
Turned bitter through desire
And the unimagined kiss

I embraced the naked
And transparent
Changed through pain
And the perpetual flame
And known intimately
As the raw wound

I saw the mystical rapture
Wondering at its possibilities
All consuming, forever True

Love, is that really you?
And is this really me?
Or the one in three

This is that point
That is forever sought
Yet never reached
And never found

The seven nesting
Pentagrams penetrating
Seeking the infinite

And the golden expanding
Ratio contracting
In polaric tension
With that which cannot be

The center and periphery
Of its spiral, creating life
Blessed, blessed life –

The medicinal gift
And narcotic of the Now.
Burning with Love and Gratitude
For the life awakened.

Awakened:

I have been awake

To that which I now
Must dream