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  • ErcAshfrd@aol.com
    Secret Winks When the heart falls in love every atom of creation sends love letters to every other. We all become very polite excusing each other for being all
    Message 1 of 2 , Jan 18, 2003

      Secret Winks

      When the heart falls in love
      every atom of creation
      sends love letters to every other.
      We all become very polite
      excusing each other for being all this silliness
      that could ever think of itself as being
      anything else but God.
      Someone takes your hand
      and you wonder how come
      you ever thought to have arms and legs
      that refused to join with Gods limbs like this before.
      A scary spider turns into a mysterious lover
      A peacock into a phoenix.
      There is this impulse to wink at strangers
      as if greeting yourself
      in a lovely mirror held up before Gods face.
      Loves tickling stick
      keeps hitting you with love knocks
      that opens a door into sheer amazement
      that you could ever have been
      born this beautiful.


      love

      eric

      ______________


      Copyright Eric Ashford Jan 2003

    • ErcAshfrd@aol.com
      [Unable to display image] Secret Winks When the heart falls in love every atom of creation sends love letters to every other. The ground starts to kiss itself.
      Message 2 of 2 , Feb 10, 2003




        Secret Winks

        When the heart falls in love
        every atom of creation
        sends love letters to every other.
        The ground starts to kiss itself.
        The winks of stars get personal.
        We all become very polite
        excusing each other for being all this silliness
        that could ever think of being
        anything but God.
        Someone takes your hand
        and you wonder how
        you ever thought to have had arms and legs
        that refused to join with Gods limbs like this before.
        An ugly spider turns into a mysterious lover.
        A peacock into a phoenix.
        There is this impulse to tell all of Gods secrets
        to strangers
        as if greeting yourself for the first time.
        You are a mirror held up to Gods face.
        Loves holy tickling stick
        keeps hitting your head
        with eternal heart beats.
        You open doors into sheer amazement,
        and continuously wonder
        that you could ever have been born
        so perfectly beautiful.


        love

        eric

        ______________

        Copyright Eric Ashford Feb. 2003.

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