revolution

Revolution breaks through like a stream of light
Parting puffy gray clouds
Standing face to face with fear and inveigling
How are you serving me?

This velvety love-body becomes tender to the touch
As I grow willing to cocoon myself
Fervent to allow this form to melt
To disappear inside of Spirit
Without knowing what will emerge

my Lover keeps whispering:
everything. is. Perfect. 
right here.
and here
And here.

It is some days the beauty which fragments me
It is some days the light which dares me
To be like the seed
Which
Splits
Open
And
Grasps
For 
The
Sky.