flight of the butterfly, rising free
blessed by the giver
of life, love, and hope
gratefully walking
through warm days and cold
Where infinity meets the human mind
There the stark reality of the unseen thoughts prevails
Time and space folding into oblivion
A glance at the eternal corners of creation’s origin
My lover, my God... fill me with thrist. My lover, my God... insatiate my hunger.
As the new bloom thrists for the heat of the sun, the warm moisture of the air, the nourishment of the earth, so I thirst and hunger for more of you. You are love and lover and loved and bliss and perfect peace. In peace, I find more longing. In longing, I find more peace.
My lover, My God... hear my request.
Only you can ever fill the void in my soul that longs to be filled. You are the creator of the void and the void itself. Fill me, my lover, my God... Fill me.