The barely heard whispers
are growing louder and louder.
No longer can I feign sleep.
The drumbeat of my waking heart
yearns to entrain with each of you,
eternal sisters and brothers all,
beat by precious beat-
until my heart and yours
beat the same beat, our breathing
rising and falling in divine union.
Surely this day will arise
before the sun goes down,
one last time.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.