Perhaps we should be lovers
Because I could just imagine what it could be like
To nuzzle your earlobe
To nibble your.... neck
To feel your weight pressing down on me
Squeezing me, crushing me
To feel your arms around me, holding me, pulling me into you, deeper and deeper
Perhaps we should be lovers
Because I want to play creation games with you
I want to dream things into this world, yummy things that make people smile, that make us smile, that bring beauty and delight to people's hearts, to my heart, to your heart.....
Perhaps we should be lovers because lovers share themselves with each other, they share their bodies, their minds, their thoughts and ideas, they share their emotions, they share their pleasure, entering into new dimensions, opening and being opened, surrendering themselves, allowing separation to dissolve.
So.... what do you think?
Is it a good idea to be lovers?
Is it wise?
Does it make sense?
How much money do you make?
What has you're history been?
What will the future bring?
Will you hurt me? Again and again?
Are you just like the other men ?
Am I stupid for wanting this,
Looking outside of myself for bliss?
Why am I attracted to things that will hurt me?
Instead I should stick with lovers that aren't flirty
Like the trees and the breezes that don't play games with my mind
They just caress my skin and make music that is kind
Like the water, the rivers, the ocean, the mud
Streaming pure love in ways no human man could...
Oh you human lovers are so very fickle
You ought to go and sit under a trickle
Of water so that you can know who you really are
And stop flirting with everyone who's shining like a star
When you see your own star that's shining so bright
You will be true to yourself every night
When you know you own strength you won't have to try
To be something you're not, you wont need to ask why
Your light will shine through with nothing to block it
Your strength will be true with nothing to stop it
It was never yours anyway so its impossible to hold
onto this light which is as precious as gold
Or judge it as good, bad
Right or wrong
It has its own wisdom
It Sings it's own song
And we are but the carriers of this divine
Energy that we get to watch intertwine
With others sometimes, we see where it goes
We see if there's water to nourish the rose
That's growing in the center of our chest every day
Or do our actions cause the rose to decay?
Indeed we must hold the rose with the greatest respect
And not show this sweetheart any neglect
For the rose is our own love that is ours to cherish
For without her living beauty surely we'll perish...
And so what do we see with this silly limerick?
To be someone's lover is no small commitment
It's something to ponder, to not move too quickly
To see if companionship won't get too prickly
And there's much to be said of our own love within
To nourish our own rose again and again
So be true to your own heart, your own Inner Lover
Because until you can do this, you can't love another
By Heidi Jo
Heidi Jo Landin
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