poem

I find eventually outside myself
a golden mirror of sudden calm.
I wander over every inch of your
fragile moment: you are a morning
secret, an ecstacy constant.
The treasure of your depth and
fragrant ochre receptivity
makes me a treasure also.
If so desired, I will be the vast centre
Of your opening flower, standing on
every awakened corner of you heart.
I offer the tiny flower of my self at you altar.
You, who are a peek into the absolute.
You, who are a glimpse into pure reality.
And with our inevitable merging into one
the sunlight passes through us and we melt
into the fullness of uncluttered space.

D. Anderson 2008