If me weren’t here

I have sensed the jealous glance of perhaps a million stars,

Tortured in their unconscious heaven.

For I have been kissed by the sun and moon on copious nights

Without measure,

Yet always, wanting more, I called for a kiss from that divine One

Who created me.

He came at once, asking where it hurt, and every body cell exploded

In agony.

He kissed them all, caressing and adoring each wound I had imagined,

Leaving each healed to move to the next.

And then one day, He did not leave after kissing,

For me was there no longer.

Advertisements

About acim8

Course student. Former psychotherapist. Available for phone or email counseling on a donation basis. Energetic Balancing. BioEnergy Healing, Domancic Method. Emotion Code. Body Code. BodyTalk Access. Human Design. Spiritual Counseling....
This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s