The Joy of It

I hear my Beloved

singing

your honey song

in the twilight.

Smiling,

with my recognition

We laugh

Together,

for the joy of It.

For the freedom in It.

We feed ourselves

at our gathering,

this way

We know

We are experiencing 

the same Taste.

My Beloved
Rejoices
in our intoxication
and does not mind
when I fly 
too close.

Holding my hand

in rhythmic play, 
We dance

through the arch

of His flames.

We dance

in Our

Oneness.

We dance

in my heart.

Creating a new world,

We dance

my expression

of the Source

of All Movement.

~Chandali Poetstory  2013