Ten Thousand Songs
So tender, so sweet,
The attention.
Beloved shines through
The out-breath
Into creation's sunrise.
Experiencing the body-divine
Throws open the gates of seeing, of sensing.
Royalty becomes my second skin.
I rest upon the throne of grace
While listening to ten thousand songs.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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