382.

It makes me smile
to know that you are slowly
falling in love with yourself.
With the golden divinity in you.
Bow down to yourself,
that inner sacred queen
blushing at her nakedness.
You are finally beholding her,
she shrouds nothing, nor hides away.
Waiting to be loved, she has been coiled with kundalini.
And now, welcome the love explosion-
you have come home at last.

381.

Sometimes I have no idea what I write,
it births without my knowing
as words form, waiting to be transcribed.
What will come next?
If I try to hard, or think too coherently
I lose it all together.
I must be comfortable with the unknown,
never knowing what to say next.
Delightfully empty,
expectant but relaxed,
watching with wonder
as I create effortlessly.

380.

I hope someday you’ll encounter me like gold.
A secret treasure holed up in the wall for decades-
you’ll find that my words are like the warmth of a familiar children’s book
read to you every night with a mother’s love.
Hopefully, I will take you home
to a familiar feeling you forgot about.
Maybe I can warm your heart
like holy basil tea
and remind you just how
wildly delicious you are
and how nutritious it is for you soul to rest in poetry.
As often as possible,
and as slowly as you can allow
yourself to take in
every word.

379.

The more I fall in love with myself,
the less I desire.
The more I feel like every movement is exciting.
Each moment ecstatic,
waiting to be born into existence.

378.

The more I know the divine,
the deeper I fall into my depths.
I am falling in love with my divinity,
the part of me expansive and belonging to glory.
The more I fall, the more joyous I become.
I love every part.

377.

I never quite understood that finding the divine,
is falling in love with yourself.
The more enlightened I become,
the more I love myself
and at the same time surrender all of me to grace,
to move me, shape me, bless me and make me
into whatever glorious form it desires.

376.

I woo divine inspiration,
I read it poems of itself,
I sing of its beauty,
I imbibe it, I request it for tea.
I dress in my most pleasing,
I enter as dream-like as possible, floating,
thinking of nothing in particular.
I say “come, sweep me up.”
I empty my calendar for the afternoon.
And then I feel it, whooshing in,
knocking on the door.
We chat awkwardly at first like we haven’t seen each other for a while
and I loosely write on the page.
Soon, we become close again and then we are back-
the re-connection is always my favorite reunion,
writing on such a high that the world disappears.
Even now, I can always read back
and pick out the poems that came from the height of making love.
When I read them, I feel the butterflies,
the color in my cheeks from the memory.
The upheaval of the divine’s touch and transference.
The words are merely a stamp
shaped by grace’s visit.
I cannot wait for what is next.
Even our breaks apart are glorious-
drunk on the memories,
planning my next date with the divine,
sharing the afterglow with other lovers.

375.

I never thought I would fall in love with the divine.
I always thought we might be platonic friends,
maybe a wise elder to my ignorance.
I did not realize I would fall head over heels.
But how could I not guess this?
Is not the one you are in love with
the one you want to spend most of your time with?
It makes sense that after all these years searching for you,
you were just waiting for me to fall in love.
I am smitten, I’ve never felt more energized,
more sure, more relief, more trust, more surrender.
I’m sure they will think us inappropriate-
but I am flustered, I am taken.
I don’t care what they think,
for love, is always greater.

374.

I’m sure, years from now I will look the youngest I ever have,
I will be the healthiest.
I will glow and feel overflowing with beauty,
for grace is turning me into a goddess.
And nothing will be as it was before.
My soul will bathe in eternal youth.
For I have the most enthralling lover
continuously replenishing my love for myself.
Now I see myself as the most glorious object.

Yes, divinity should always make you blush,
your heart thud
from beholding something beyond
your wildest dreams.
I can never envision what my true love might possibly look like,
but I can know what it inspires in me to feel.

373.

Inspiration came over me like a strong tide.
I felt myself swirling with passion and words as it overtook me.
And now as it recedes,
there is a pause,
a sweet, long inhalation of fresh air,
bathing in the afterglow
of creating something soul-warming,
maybe something even life-changing.