When lovers kiss

“You love me royally, as I love you.
Seated together in our garden Kingdom,
Keeping up our silent conversation,
Clothed in robes of joy of every hue.
For us, our royal love has had no parallel:
It rooted, grew, and like a miracle
Spread to the garden where in now we sit.
Clothed in the fragrance of God in it.”
–Patricia Bow 21 June 1970.

Around the heart is an open chamber – that empty place in grief – which modifies our love to complement each other. Two hearts resonate as one and the love grows stronger. When one spouse dies that chamber is empty until
that loved one has ascended to the Father and returns in Peace and Love to visit. Yes, there is life after death.

What we feel when we kiss our soulmate is that chamber resonating in harmony like a guitar sound box. Soulmates feel the energy, scent and smell of each other in a kiss. In ecstatic love making soulmates learn not to fear their bodies, sex is a dissolving into oneness. The “This is my body which is given for you” of the Eucharist.

As Pat continued:

“And this long miracle is to discover
The inmost me and you.
To nurse no longing for another,
To forge the soul and its desire together
Gently, openly and forever.
Nothing grows but common flowers
Outside our Kingdom’s wall.
Here alone the magic lies.
We ask nothing; we have all.”

You just know when you have met your soulmate, your other half.

About thebows99krug

Hi, I am Eric, a retired librarian. I was born in St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto and raised in the downtown area north of the Art Gallery, south of the University of Toronto. I went to Orde Street Public School, Harbord C.I., University College at the UofT and the UofT's Faculty of Library and Information Science. I meet my wife Patricia at FLIS; our first date was on November 15, 1968. We were engaged February 14, 1969 and married on June 21, 1969. Our family includes son, James; daughter-in-law, Erin; (both writers), grand-daughters, Vivian and Eleanor; and Sonic, a very friendly ginger tabby. My beloved wife died January 7, 2017 and our 19 year old cat Pooka died January 8, 2017. I would like to hear from any other class of '63 alumni of Harbord C.I. and class of '67 alumni of UofT's University College.
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