On Being Moved

The worldly views you
in those slow motions
And they mock.
Embrace being moved!

There is some opening
taking place in you;
constantly, stellar
systems slip through,

nectars gush, and lo!
The feeding of souls
takes place through a flute.
How blessed our center!

The sweet tenderness
of aspiration caused
this uniting, be quiet
in this love-unfolding.

Stay here with me.

All that soul is, always
transpires no matter
how hidden she is.
Be that unknown.

~ Nocturnal Light


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