Excerpts

Radiant being of light,vortex of love,

alchemist supreme,magnifier of prayer,

the one I dream about and the one

who wakes me from the dream,why the dervish spins

and the earth,teacher, teaching,

and the taught,first breath, last breath,

what lovers look for in each other, but rarely find,

center around which everything revolves,

endless night of love and the ecstatic aching

of a moon-howling heart that does not want

the morning to come.

I have written a thousand poems for you that have never left my room. They fill the pages of notebooks stacked high on a shelf no one can reach. Orphans they are, beggars afraid they are not noble enough for the King,would never make it past your guards.

There is nothing to do and nowhere to go,

nothing to say and no seed to sow.

FULL MOON AT SUNRISE – Poetry of the Heart –

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Mitch Ditkoff mitch@ideachampions.com

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