A Voice As Sweet As Honey
In the still of the night
moonlight shimmers and dances
on a tranquil sea.
I hear a voice as sweet as honey,
an Angels voice.
"Come sit with me
and enjoy the pink Moon."
So I take a little time.
Watching the changing color of the waves
silently break upon the shore.
We sit together in reverie
and I hear in the deepest
part of myself.
It's not your fault,
not my fault,
that we love.
James Encinas
I hear the tenderness of vulnerable acceptance that we are beings needing love.
The freedom from fault, where love arises. We sit together in reverie.
Thank you.
Kirk