This mystical land
To which I cross over through a floor length mirror on an empty theatre stage
Is a garden of the sacred space of my soul.
How the light falls on the plane of your cheek
Where daylight comes in sparkling stars.
Everything passes through the gaps between the fingers
Dew drops slipping off the petals of a lotus flower.
Transient as the clouds.
This is where I meet Source.
She has awakened through the medium of Tea.
My heart hears the call of the wild
Through these leaves that have listened for thousands of years to the calls of the heart.
The enjoyments of life does not run far from the sorrows of the heart.
Neither does the joy of love.
Oh human heart, how fragile
How old and young you are at the same time.
I cannot touch beyond the surface of this heart
And yet I can feel I can hold you until the break of dawn
When light will flood through again
Like stars showering down upon us
When the ring of stars shall crown you with the wisdom of the Sacred Dove once again
In this life and the next