GAZING INTO INFINITY by Irma Aguilar-Olivas

GAZING INTO INFINITY

When you gaze into a woman's eyes...
prepare to cross the threshold
into the house of her soul...
it is there, where her strength and
beauty will greet you

In the light where a thousand flowers grow
you may want to stay forever...
within the sunrise & sunset of her gaze
wrapped in the arms of her magnitude
adrift within the ancient sea of yesterdays

her eyes reveal she is of passion,
enchantment & fortitude
the place where galaxies are reawakened

Come...
set-sail-forth into the depths
of her extended amplitude
your heart will sing
in the infinity of love unshaken.

Poetess, Irma Aguilar-Olivas, is a published Author of, Whispers Of The Heart: A Book Of Poetic Musings. She is currently based in Austin, Texas. Fluent in both Spanish and English, she has been writing poetry in both languages, since childhood. Irma's writing influences are expansive, but include both the seen, and unseen mysteries of life. Recently, one of her poems was selected for publication in the book, Goddess - When She Rules - Expressions by Contemporary Women, edited by Catherine L. Schweig. Irma's writing seems to exude the after-glow of meditative introspection, and poetry is the channel for which her heart reveals itself, allowing a window into poetry that dwells in the luminous awareness of the whispers of the heart.

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