We live in a house built of kisses,
each one bestowed by the Beloved’s lips.
Whether health or sickness,
ultra-conservative or flaming liberal,
lilting flute or barking dog,
toxic swamp or crystalline lake,
all are essential to the whole abode
that coaxes and pushes us
to the inner-most home.
Here we realize
we are the Beloved’s kiss—
and the Kisser.
sending you love and gratitude
today and always
Thank you, Teddy. Sending love right back to you…
GobbleGobble back to you, Kelley. Love you too!
That was a lovely Thanksgiving gift, thank you! It urged my inner landscape to a wide-open, all inclusiveness. It feels so good to stretch into the expanse of oneness. I hope the poem is a measure of the happiness in your heart – the wild, unbridled joy that I wish for you always.
Thank you, Stephani, it definitely is. It came from a deep teaching and new knowing that all is perfect in love. I’m happy it helped bring out your eternalness.