Communion and oneness
Softness and toughness
Touch and timing
Intimacy is being with
Within, knowing
Is closeness and seeing, into
Seeking understanding
Naked and safely seen
Vulnerably exposed,
Receiving and accepting, all.
Giving for the good of the other,
The higher and further
The now and not yet,
The forever.
As I depart,
Even as I enter,
The expanse expanding
The excitement and fear combining
This host of emotions,
grieving and welcoming
Threshold crossings
Moments of holding on,
of always being held.
From my bedroom I hear birds chirping, waking up. Sunrise in 34 minutes.
I write, picturing the dusty blue of pre dawn veiling the crispness of night, picturing groping in the dusk to the raspberry patch, collecting first fruits of July, in tears of remembering my bodily longing for this moment of tactile revelation from afar; the gentle tug of the plump berry in to my hand, marveling at the oblong perfection, the splash of color on my mouth.
The sweetness of fulfilled longings tinged with the holy grief that seasons end. That closeness will ebb due to the limitations of time zones and presence and capacity, the slow dance of holding and releasing.