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Metta
Oh, David, master of Malkhut, you dance, you teach me how to sing praise. You sit with me under a tree and speak fire. Oh, David, would you love me my bare breasts gleaming... More »
Metta
Early morning – there is a band of white light set against the blackness of the window - all that is left of a full moon. My days have this stripe, too amidst the sweeping,... More »
Metta
Donan tagged me: 1) I sit and read poetry and other mystical writings to God 2) On Tuesday I heard the wind rushing through the trees on the Oregon Coast and it made my heart... More »
Metta
Why worry that the lover is in pain while moaning for her Beloved? This ache is more glorious than any worldly joy because He is her pain. Let her weep her tears of longing for... More »
Metta
There is such delight in the purple-white sunlight of her coy grin over a morning fence. Her quiet greeting shines through kitchen windows, travels across the room to meet me at my busy desk.... More »
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