I feel you mostly in the night,
Left with my quiet speculations of the day,
Of subtle meanings and grander schemes.
I hear your thoughts as I hear my own,
A rumbling of desire, reminders, and remorse,
Of wishes and wonders and long threaded dreams
I recognize myself in you
That desire to sweep far and wide and dive deep
To swallow from the bottom of the well
To bleed slowly and often over life’s mysteries
To feel fully alive and all at once, not entirely immersed.
And so we practice by day, coming together,
to deftly pick apart, the places we feel stuck
or scared of, or lost in.
We go deadheading.
We head right to the thickets that shield our most precious parts.
For we are like that. We were taught to keep things tidy.
We go hunting in our heads for the missing chink, or link, to our highest selves
The missing piece!
With crown or brow bejeweled in lotus petals
We seek rawness, truth and beauty
But as the light fades to grey
Lay your work aside, put your shapes to rest
And come sit by me
Just for now
And I’ll fill you with more knowing and wonder