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*This is the first time I've shown this poem in it's entirety to the public. It was the inspiration for my 2000 recording of "God in your Eyes". That was a creative song to record, as I utilized some of my world music style chanting and then overlaid some excerpts of spoken word at the beginning of that recording. This is still a lot of the basis of my performing style live. Mixing sounds, poetry, otherworldly chants as well as traditional singer/songwriter tunes.
God in your Eyes
Don't speak,
What good are words when we have this sensate experience
of being in one another's arms?
What words could match feeling the beat of your heart against my lips,
fresh from kissing you?
What manner of language could surpass the chill that passed through me
as the back of your hand slowly caressed the side of my face;
As we breathe together…
Any word could puncture the poignancy;
The perfect satiety I feel whilst in your arms.
Embrace me tomorrow, today sweet thirst is quenched as I sip our beingness
often and long… Are the days I yearned for such an experience of wholeness.
I have missed God, but not here now in your arms, a most perfect angel does hold me.
What words can describe spiritual ecstasy,
or the divine that I see in you?
Not a sound, a vowel,
or anything other then the unintentional gasp that escapes the throat of a lover
filled up with other, is most intolerable now.
The night is a savage country that I have traveled alone,
cried into the cruel road upon which I walked.
This solitary ended remembering your soul and mine.
I knew the day I had come home to my heart and eternal sunrise
as a thousand moons past are my fears, my scars kissed away by your kindness; by the honey of your skin melting into mine.
Like a delicious banquet of flesh, held in God's embrace.
Quenched is the fire so long you captured the smoke,
stoked rebellion and tear, kept the promise of soul treaty.
I do feel you beyond words, my precious dawn.
I seek to drink of your horizon and taste your faith-filled, silken sky.
Let me hold you now, and all eternity shall weep
as we burn in the ecstatic flames of oneness. Tranquil and most holy is this love, when shall I remember language? Never as long as new lovers rule the night, turning all darkness to day, with each kiss a new spring is born.
I am awakened, for centuries have I slept in cold abandon
thirsty for the light to feed a tired soul,
Earth bound sinner. This saint believed in truth as did I.
Keep now the source of all mentality, of all irrelevant intellect.
Just hold me, and teach me to feel again…
my most beloved consort… I am home.
-Joy Adler C 1999
3:08 PM
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