You are so beautiful...
I seek you.
Study you.
Ache to know the curves you rarely show. Your theatric webs of light which dance in my mind as of snapshots in a dream.
Ache to know the fullness of you and the intricate depths of your beautiful halos, winged things, and circles.

The shapes you create awe me. Your art strokes me. The bristles of your brilliance paint my innermost desire.
A mirror to my envy of you.
I weep for you...

You are so beautiful.

Just one of your glories is cause to praise. Yet, your love relents not with it's abundant and ever increasingly delicious displays.
The most grand artist...
Lover...
Teacher.

On my knees forehead to the ground I thank you. Tear drops mingle with your body.

Then I am the love which you rain upon us.
Warm rain, cold rain, hail stones and snow your magnificence continues beyond repeatability. The Master.
I'm after the all of everything that you are.

Your touch embraces
The sight of you entrances
Your...
I'm
we
It

I...

I...

...am you.

But I don't believe it. How could I of flesh and blood compare to your grandure? How ever could I claim that the creator of my universe resides within? How dare I say that my limited thinking and feeling compare in anyway to your ancient silent sentries of time beyond time?

How far ever I could stretch could not still reach so many peaks you have risen.
So many valleys you have carved and still then there is the rest of you.

The curtain of stars belittles me with unmatched ease and still I try to describe you.
Uplifts me from the roots of time itself and still I somehow don't believe.
That you are God. And I am that which is you. The Mastery, the violence, the calm.
In every essence in every moment and every place. I long to know more of the beauty which surrounds me.


-Poem to Earth and the Universe.

~Taj Amond Leahy