God makes me blush

I like the way you blush, God,

The season spring.

The season summer, the season, fall the hour of winter

And that magnificent season, existence!

Yes I love the way you blush, my Lord, when we are sometimes near.   (Hafiz)

There is something about intimacy

Is bares us

That strips us naked

And leaves up naked and pimply

In the fresh breeze of existence

God makes me blush

At the sheer audacity of the divine knowledge of me

God knows me

And that knowledge strips me of all pretense

All sense that I can somehow pretend

I am feel like an emperor

But the emperor has no clothes

Love does that

In the presence of love

We are stripped down to the core of who we

When we are known

Really known

And still are seen with the eyes of love

What is there to do but blush

At such transparency

At such acceptance

What is there to do

But say “thank you”

God

Thank you, my love

My child

My friend

Our cheeks are rosy

With our joy