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::: Invitation :::

Come to me sweetly.
Come in for the kill.

With love for eyes, I see no difference
between them.

Blind me again.

Help me forget
that I ever knew you before
now,
and now,
and now.

My heart is pregnant with longing
for your liquid eye
to pour into this wide meadow.

Come run inside me and
play your young sun song!
I am your rapt audience.

Whisper loud
laugh low
bare all, sweet bird-caller!
Crow, nightingale, ibis, macaw—
split my tongue with Your great unknowing
and I speak these languages.

I want to make up new words with you.
I want to devise a new species of lover.
I want to weave us on threads of air into space
and wear these new air-clothes
on an expedition to define Beauty.

Tell me, Brave One, will you join me
to excavate this unknown cave?
No one has ever been here before.
We’re the only ones that will ever
have this chance, only
right now.

Take my hand.
I’m not afraid to be scared.
Once we start falling,
we might never stop.

And then we will be the ones to laugh
at the nay-sayers who define flying!
We will be the ones fly-falling,
fall-flying, love-eyed blind
into now, again.

Written by: ~ Lopa Mudra