That moment, we meet, lifetime after lifetime, over and over, in sacred rituals, we become encapsulated in our ecstatic union, beyond this world.
Never forgotten, the aching and trembling, as the longing rises and falls, with the tides and the seasons, belongs solely to us.
The taste of love, celebrated in its glory, bathes the stars in the sky and bestows its never ending grace, in the beauty we know as ours alone.
Celebrating in ancient magical ceremony, known only to us, holds the keys of eternity and our remembering, as we are submerged in the sea of our anointing, blessed forever by us.
Our kingdom and temple, knows the glory of our unified being, the walls kissed with love, bathed in our essence, our perfume, filling all worlds, as we abundantly flow as our one being, Glorious Sun, forever.