To the Many - Hewn Pillars of Stonehenge

You no longer need the drumbeat of words

to feed your old cacophony of love.

You no longer imagine how much more you could be loved

and have found instead, the endless more was now.

You have closed your eyes, stilled your ears; knowing now,

the songs of those who gleefully remain present:

Being of movement 'till we are like

a ballroom dancer's steps,

flowing effortlessly

throughin ones' life;

Being of Time content 'till we are like

a welling of

peace and pleasure in a

truly loving state;

Being of kindness 'till we are like

touches of music

upon and within

ones' flesh of true being.

So being, doing even nothing,

You are now become deeply most beautiful to me:

you, a shimmering cut and polished diamond of light

I know in an exquisitely lustering rainbow of loving.

I have found myself willingly, captively consumed in

a brilliance and glimmering sparkle oh, so ever close

that this 'wa', beauty and, unfolding of your being

has wrapped me wholeheartedly in all my many facets.

I am too in an awed awareness of thankfulness for your

having overwhelmed me with this depth of appreciation,

which is naught but the gift hewn of a presence of you.