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Reflections of Ecstasy

Journey into the Beloved

Lady Star Alexander · Joyce Jakin

A simple path to set you free, like a mirror only you can see.

Author’s Note

These poems were born in the wake of a near-death experience, when I
touched a realm of radiant love and returned changed forever. Between
1980 and 1985, I wrote by candlelight and starlight, trying to put into
words the ache of longing and the memory of ecstasy.

I did not yet know I was calling my Beloved to me, or that decades later
I would stand here as “Star,” looking back with gratitude on the girl
who first listened and wrote it all down.

May these reflections awaken your own remembrance of who you truly are.

— Lady Star Alexander

Section I · Awakening & Ecstasy

The first glimmers of light, and the mirror of the soul.

Reflections… into the State of Ecstasy

January 13, 1982 · Denver, Colorado

REFLECTIONS …
into the state of ECSTASY
a simple path, to set you free

within a mirror
that only you can see
and you decide to what degree

REFLECTIONS …
take a chance, come with me
into the beautiful world of ECSTASY

Integration

Right & Left Become One

Integration of the two
gives a total view
Conscious awareness
of all we do
in freedom of spirit
we’re born anew!

Integration —
I touch you, you touch me,
we become one in ecstasy.

Section II · Longing & Searching

Heartache, questions, and the call to the unseen Beloved.

Mistaken Identity

In the Wrong Relationship

Mistaken Identity.
Who am I and what can I be
if nothing makes sense between you and me?

Am I your shadow just lost in time
only to come out when things are fine?

Or am I your sweet love when you’re feeling glad?
Or perhaps your stepping stone when life has treated you bad?

So I ask, who am I?
What can I be
when through your eyes
I can’t see me?

Tell Me Now

The Urgency of the Heart

To love so deeply that each moment
be as precious as our last breath.

Oh there are so many things left unsaid.
If only we knew then
how very precious these passing seconds are…
that will be buried within us when we’re dead.

The silent scream,
the heart aching as it pounds to the earth.
If only we knew then
no more tears would be shed.

Whispers Each Lover Sings

Messages on Tiny Wings

Whispers each lover sings
travels to the soul on tiny little wings.

The whispers, they strike a chord
that uniquely rings
to the sound the messenger brings.

These whispers
heard only by the one in your dreams —
the perfect harmony
with God in all things.

Section III · Dreaming the Beloved

Night visions, silhouettes, and the sense of someone near.

Silhouette Love

Dreamscape by the Sea

Silently I lay in my room,
safe from the troubles of the day —
a web of yesterdays I loom,
dreaming of what I forgot to say.

Deeper and deeper I fall into sleep;
it’s a private place no one else can sneak.

There you sit, all alone on the sand —
come to me, take my hand.

The moonlight glows upon our face
and together alone we share this space.

What vibrations are sure to send
a message of love that will never end.

Night after night in the same place,
it’s your silhouette I can only trace;

and fading slowly until you’re not there,
and into the night I silently stare.