She sits still

She sits still on the bench
Her smile opens the flow of traffic
A different kind of sign
Smiling Truth eyes closed
eyes opening
meets her friend

They have no need for personal love
yet they drink up delicious heart smiles
that they offer up. . .
Sisters and Lovers of God.

Cascade falls and spirit rock profiles
they contemplate spirit family
and body family
And they can't see a difference in love

Love rolls off of them
like the stream of water flowing around the curve
of the rock that they watch.
They laugh and exclaim, "Your nothing like me"
They smile at the Truth
hand in hand
Heart residing as Self, as All
They feel in the same way
deep, profoundly, graciously, innocently
they love to love
Smiling Truth and her sister Happy Tantra are
themself
Sitting still, eyes open
eyes gazing
The heart is recognized as the Loved One