Within hallowed fields where ancient vines entwine I tend with reverent hands what time alone reveals A landscape dreaming beneath celestial light Where patience yields what haste could never find The terroir speaks in whispers only stillness hears Limestone memories beneath velvet soil Morning mist caressing tender leaves The mystery of sunlight captured in secret spheres When autumn paints the hillside amber gold My fingers trace the contours of what's ripened true Each globed treasure swollen with promise Each cluster heavy with what yearning holds In the shadowed press where transformation waits What was once singular now surrenders form The essence flowing freely from what once was whole A liberation found in sweet surrender's gates Darkness cradles what light has brought to bear The ancient dance of elements conspires In clandestine chambers where time stands still Where chaos yields to order's tender care What ferments in the silence speaks of fire Invisible currents moving beneath the surface The breath of something sacred taking form A slow awakening of dormant desire Oak and earth provide the vessel for this dream The boundaries that paradoxically set free What seeks to become more than its origins The soul like wine requires its own wounding The opening that allows the self to pour Beyond the boundaries of what we thought we knew Into the vastness we were always meant to seek When at last the waiting reaches culmination The crystal chalice catches ruby light Suspended moments of anticipation Before the ritual of sacred consummation On the altar of the senses communion begins The offering received upon expectant tongue Notes of wild berries mingled with ancient stone Echoes of rain and sun and midnight winds We drink and are drunk yet never satisfied For the true intoxication lies in knowing That what we seek has always been seeking us In the sanctuary of these sensual mysteries We are both supplicant and divine The cultivator and the cultivated The vessel and what the vessel carries Through this sacred becoming we transcend The ordinary bounds of mere existence Pilgrims to this vineyard of wonder Where the invisible becomes visible Where two worlds touch in silent recognition And the heart finds what it has always known
Exquisite
Intoxicating