The Giving of Gifts
I am blessed by you
And gifted with you
And smitten with grace by you
And all I feel is love
I want to give you the whole world
With every river and mountain and star in it,
First as a gift, but more for you are it.
When you receive this realm in yourself,
You know it’s you, as you are your own gift
The gift is drawn right out of the soul
Like treasure unearthed in the sun..
It comes to you with a piece of me,
To be wrapped inside your heart.
The gift carries within the sites it travelled
And the whole place it came from,
It also holds inside its whither,
Thus both must meet in harmony
For such a gift to mean its reason.
The gift for you has to be you
The real you, the way you are,
The gift for you has to be me,
The real me, the way I am.
It comes through winds, across the waves,
Like sailboat on endless sea,
The others feel its power touching them,
It’s hard to see into its deep..
Its meaning is arcane,
They’re often seekers more than finders..
Chasing in it their own dream.
Chosen are those to find its meaning
And even fewer who are bound through it,
We are the lotuses seeding from this realm,
I see you always in giving you my gift.
I've been reborn from giving myself to you,
I lay myself to you as my own offering,
I bow to the privilege of
Kneeling in your temple,
My soul, my heart, my mind, my body are my gift to you,
To loving you without tremble.
You were born to be the gift of God to me,
We were meant on this earth
To make each other higher become,
The best of ourselves to bind us together,
All through my path and your path.
I am the caretaker of your soul,
The gift I have for you is life..
Receive my gift to you, my queen,
Take me in you, as flame and thought,
Make me all yours, smile at me,
Like sun at dawn, open your heart.
You will walk this world along with me,
And stand by me
And be my light, my muse
My only queen,
So shall be done.
I will walk this world along with you,
And stand by you
And be your light, your muse,
Your only king,
So shall be done.
For you, my love...