Divine Passion

Divine Passion

At the end of all my longing,
In the dissolution of
My craven hunger,
I feel something open in me.

Not with any ferocity.

I open slowly,
Delighting in each scent,
The touch of my own fingers
The softness of my belly,
The texture of the blanket on my back.
Just an ordinary blanket!

Slowly I rise.

You are calling me.



I feel your touch,
Winding its way down to the nape of my neck.
You stop,
Caress me softly,
For a moment that seems to contain
Every single thread of time
Woven through the ages.
As if we were never parted.

I feel your touch
Slither down my back,
Beneath my hair,
In soft ringlets,
Of fire.
At once alive,
With the scorching heat
Of your passion,
And cool to the touch.

Your presence is utterly soothing.

Beneath your scintillating touch,
I come alive,
For the first time and for all time.

You stoke
My own long dormant
Quietly smoldering

It ascends.

Suddenly I no longer know
Where you begin
And I end.

You have entered me.

© Rebecka Eggers 2011

About The Author

Rebecka Eggers, Dream Midwife & Meditation Improv Artist, is the author of Coming Alive!: Spirituality, Activism, & Living Passionately in the Age of Global Domination. She lives in the mountainous highlands of Mexico, where she uses the tools of modern communication to make all kinds of trouble for every last stagnant, soul killing enemy of your potential. Rebecka helps you bring your dreams to life. She is trained as a Metaphysical Minister, a Co-Active Life Coach, a Reiki Master, and a tax lawyer (probably weren't expecting that last part, eh?).