I can feel the river flow <br /> in my night-time Tsunami's <br /> washing over me <br /> and I am bathing myself <br /> cleansing in my secret thoughts <br /> elevating my gentling soul <br /> amid the ritual of it. <br /> It is the grounding sense I gain. <br /> <br />I feel the centering <br /> that thoughts, mind and soul bring <br /> the yogaing, <br /> the quietude <br /> where the vortex <br /> swings into orbit <br /> and quiets itself <br /> all around me. <br /> <br /> It may be in the combing of the hair <br /> the bathtub scents <br /> the gentle rustlings <br /> of the bed room sheets <br /> the candle light bent <br /> toward your glowing face <br /> all these <br /> are the gentle anticipations <br /> the barefeet paddings <br /> the night time scents <br /> which mean the most- <br /> no almost the most- <br /> to me. <br /> Your arms reaching <br /> are really foremost <br /> and I take their meaning <br /> and lie down beside you <br /> in the all Consummating Night.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-night-ritual/
