O shapeless eternal tangible void resounding everlasting battle of time
Hands reaching out and clasping clay unveiling life in a smooth caress
mould Life from Death and pull away
Weeping woman – is not beauty the breath of God – Life His Spirit and Love His Soul ?
When His essence – arouses such passion then weep no more
– for in Him you found His Soul, for of Him
– the beauty which surrounds, you immersed yourself within.
His arms enfolded you when when you gave yourself to Him.
His essence caressed with soothing feel
breathed into you a compelling whisper of Love,
Now you are self less – you are One