there is a subtle fragrance drawing us forward
asking us to become the original pattern
the promise of the rose that brought us here
we are only being asked to remember the erotic space of being
whose only key is a question
we are drawn undulating
into a deepening field of knowing
that expands beyond our borders
the magnetism drawing our being forth
is the same as what makes clouds tumble
our hands hold the spheres of our becoming
like permeable cell walls always breathing
bliss encompasses the force of attraction
not unlike a hint of white rose entering our flaring nostrils
the sphere of our knowing was held even then
in our first egg self
bounding forward on a leap of bliss
the first principle of birth
ascension
levitating to begin the journey
and not unlike laughter
expanding in pulsing waves
the pleasure body of the cells
is the eros of charged ions
spinning ‘round and ‘round the stillness
of the space of being
—Lorena Wolfman
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