It is only when that moment arrives She is at peace with the mystery of herself It is within that moment that it becomes Certain to her that this moment of moments Remains always With the clothes she may wear With every sip of tea With every taste sweet and bitter With every line of poetry that she may read With new risk and possibility in every line With each dance step she may fashion With every complex murmuring of her heart With the sight of beauty in all things With the evocation of primitive fragrances The earth, the rain, the water, a dead friend With the incense of her love making With nothing in this moment strange
Beyond the limit of enchantment With every thing her hands may touch With utter surrender to her senses The only gateway from her madness to live Where she accepts the love of another and his mystery To join in the peace and stillness of her awareness With forgotten vulnerability Reaching simplicity Always here and everywhere And has not changed
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