May the words of love reach you
\nand fluster your held self,
\nThe way a silhouette of breeze
\nExcites a meadow.<\/p>\n
When you are touched,
\nMay it be the gentleness you desire,
\nYour lover\u2019s hands sending
\nEach caress deep into your skin
\nLike a discovering glance.<\/p>\n
May slow sequences of kisses discover your secret echoes.
\nMay your desire flow free and never be fettered
\nBy the thorn-chains
\nOf old guilt or crippled touch.
\nMay you feel how your soul loves
\nWhen your skin glows,
\nAnd your eyes darken
\nWhen promise ripens.<\/p>\n
In the gaze of your lover,
\nMay you see clearer
\nIn the mirror of your own being.<\/p>\n
May the silences be spaces
\nwhere you can gather swiftly,
\nAt ease with all the subtle complexity.<\/p>\n
May you be able to listen
\nTo your lover\u2019s heartbeat
\nAnd think only of the joy<\/p>\n
You can awaken.
\nMay you be able
\nTo let yourself fall
\nInto the ocean rhythm,<\/p>\n
Unfolding evermore
\nUntil you become
\nOne crest of wave,
\nRising into wild form<\/p>\n
Whose beauty will show
\nIn the graceful sweep
\nOf its home-breaking.<\/p>\n
john o donohue<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
May the words of love reach you and fluster your held self, The way a silhouette of breeze Excites a meadow. When you are touched, May it be the gentleness you desire, Your lover\u2019s hands sending Each caress deep into…<\/span><\/p>\n