“Do you know what I want?” Form asked the Heart.
A Prince of Peace.
In the fairy-tale, the Princes come,
line up to kiss her sleeping form —
lips to lips — they try — waiting.
(The Body on the Pyre of Burning
All the Impurities turning to Ash
as the Soul Energy — grows, rises.)
When the Prince of Peace comes
He Speaks into her as lips brush —
Spark! Light! That Surge of Fresh Life!
Communion — wakes the True Self,
Love leads the Body follows,
eyes opening voice speaking —
To be worthy of my Body, you must first be worthy of my Soul :
A Kiss that caresses that deepest Pearl of White Light,
polished, gleaming — waiting in the depths. Your hand
on my heart in the Fiery Vision of Reflection and Being.
“I know what I want,” said the Heart to the Beloved.
“Come. Sit beside me, stand within me for a time. Come.”