Few Eternal Hours

 

I can do the work with love as a meditation,

I can plan,

Nurture myself with a bath, oils, perfumes and love

But I am lightly with him every step

And he is with me

 

 

Soon I begin to be anxious -

I want to hear his opening of the door

And his deep, melodious dark-soft voice that melts me,

Issuing out of the vast oxygen cavern of his temple

Taking me down and out home for ever.

 

 

Until I hear and feel,

I am unearthed and not here

I need to merge my love and energy with his once more

To be fed, watered, base-touched, heaven-sent and loved.

 

 

My anxiety rises and rises to screaming pitch

And when I hear the door open, my breath comes sharply

And fills my throat.

 

 

I have so many ideas, thoughts, feelings I want to share -With him -

So when he opens the door with a separate agenda

In which I do not figure -

I explode and firework him -

With too much, too soon, too fast,

Zero control and focus.

I am ‘Osho’d’

And totally given up to the power of this energy inside me.

 

 

But sometimes he opens the door

To be with me

And then I am floating in an earthed ecstasy

That knows no greater oblivion