love like water ::

i dance for her in the darklight,
spirit-winds nodding rhythms of yes
across our skin.

i am safe in our (commune)ion. 

my hands tell stories against a velvet sky;
they are mysteries and love-songs, prophecies, and histories
of nomadic journeys, deep forays into Soul;
and my hips, they curve into violet
as the whole wild earth of me comes holy-alive.

tender

i cast myself into the ageless symphony of midnight grace, and
you need to share this, she says.


you.
this.

my soul friend, she sees me, but i 
i don't know how.
i don't know how to be seen,

and so,
i careen into tender. 

today is another day of being seen, of being met along the wild edges of vulnerability and offering, and of being loved. loved like water, pouring over and seeping in, soaking every arid bone ~ the whole earth of me, drinking. i am reminded of Hafiz:

Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, 
“Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, 
otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye 
that is always saying, with that sweet moon language,
What every other eye in this world is dying to hear?

::

redemption

 

we are all soul-creatures, made to be seen, 

the gift of being seen by a friend my soul adores

created to be tenderly cradled and adored,

yet we tremble at the thought of it.

but may our tremblings, beloved, 

become the raw rhythms of our sojourn; 

may our fearful quakings thrust us into movement, 

and may those first, halting, 

barely-there-slow-motions 

ignite energy for our feet, 

for our life-dance, 

for our story.

let us take old, painful memories,

those hurtful moments 

which wrap us like a shroud, 

 tight, immovable, bound

and cast them into a great fire ~

and with this flame we will light our way.

 

let us awaken! let us say yes! to life ...

not merely to living, 

but to becoming alive.

::


may i be to you what was all gift for me?

let me see you.
let me hold you.
let me cradle you
in my trembling.

whisperings

let me drench you with love, watering the universe of you, and we will plant moon gardens and grow a tribe of shimmering souls who see each other with “that sweet moon language.”

let us love and be loved, and together 
we will begin to heal the whole world,
beginning with the wild and holy earth
of us.