longings
What more, you may ask, do we want? Ah, but we want so much more – something the books on aesthetics take little notice of. But the poets and the mythologies know all about it. We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words – to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.
– C. S. Lewis
the full red moon, more
than breathtaking,
moves the waters
to and from the shore
perfectly timed waves kissing
sand and toes
like tongues exploring
moving deeper and deeper
building into crescendo
pounding wave after wave
riding us into passionate ecstasy
rhythms naturally moving within
circles swirling higher and higher
until we fly into the rainbow
of pure beauty
as close to God as we can come
on this sphere of terrestrial grace
walking for these moments into sheer timelessness
within the milky way
borning new stars with the heat of our sacred connection
light lighting light
forgetting the questions
we arrive at the truest goal of our living
in the fires of the first universal truth:
we are all one
🔥
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 