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		<title>Your Bright Recesses</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your bright recesses- They call to me like each plunk Of water in a great waterfall Heightened, echoing, penetrating My own open ears. You are the Opener of my ears And the tender Lifter of my tired head. Your sweet, strong fingertips tickle my throat like static cling to my robe. Your robe fills this [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your bright recesses-<br />
They call to me like each plunk<br />
Of water in a great waterfall<br />
Heightened, echoing, penetrating<br />
My own open ears.<br />
You are the Opener of my ears<br />
And the tender Lifter of my tired head.<br />
Your sweet, strong fingertips tickle<br />
my throat like static cling to my robe.<br />
Your robe fills this temple of my heart-<br />
This sweet temple You have<br />
Majestically lit and breathed on.<br />
Breathe into my nostrils<br />
Super, so natural, this<br />
Resuscitation we share.<br />
You share Your Deepest Self<br />
With me without<br />
Reservation. Because I am<br />
One who Loves You.<br />
One who has glimpsed the<br />
Secret that was only a secret<br />
Because I hid my eyes<br />
Beneath shaking fingers.<br />
Fingers shaking with<br />
Anticipation mingled with<br />
Fear by deception.<br />
Oh, that warm day I let You<br />
Uncoil my snow-colored,<br />
Snow-covered knuckles,<br />
I saw it! Oh yes,<br />
It was everywhere-<br />
This, this Love substance&#8230;<br />
It took the form of verdant leaves,<br />
Pale butterflies, coal eyelashes,<br />
The Sun. You! You are Love.<br />
Your Love Self runs freely<br />
And at a captivatingly varied pace.<br />
Pace myself? I need not.<br />
I can run to You as quickly as I dare<br />
And let You hold me inside<br />
Your waterfall Self.<br />
Remember? Deep<br />
Calls to Deep in the<br />
Roar of Your waterfalls.<br />
All Your waves and breakers have<br />
Swept me over.<br />
Sweep me clean and closer to You.<br />
When is close enough? Where?<br />
I only need to burrow further yet.<br />
You are Infinite. My Holy One.<br />
My Love Echo.</p>
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