In these dark folds of painful wandering, this aching desire to find resolution and closure in a enigmatic maze twenty five years in the making.

I am lost to my own making, a wandering victim of the walls and hedges that have played its clandestine patterns, till its maker becomes the madding oblation.

In this unexpected night, I tasted a sweet light a reflection, beyond the shadow of this maze. The smell of hair, the jasmine sent of freshly oiled skin, which aspires for touch, that deep touch that permeates the soul cords with the lost wonder of limitless light,
Of blissful oneness.

Ah that touch when the soul forgets its self restraining boundaries and sees it is whole in the shared heartbeat of its reflective self.
When all past and future can not hold place to the blissful now, overflowing the awareness so that all that matters is the deep drinking of love.

Possibility of something that was but a faintly remembered dream, can this elusive vision that past in the night, be a reality that would join my heavenly desires with this earthly wonder.
Can I hold these realms that seam so distant into this cup of human drama.

To the Holy one who dared in kindness to
revel her form.
To give the gentle opportunity for light to dawn on the way out of this maze.
Who dared to share this open place, knowing full well the painful price of such vulnerability can bring.

Heal soul of mine in all its forms,
let us not understand with mind that which the
heart can only know.

Make way in this dark path for all to find the sacred complication that transcends all our soul craves for.

Bless this holy one for daring to unconditional Love.