This body is too small
to hold it all
ancient stories—yours
and mine
deep, deep wells
of tangled ache. The light
so very tired
of being pressed down, kept in
condensed.
Let's gather it up, this burning orb
of brightness
let it breathe, let it breathe
in our open palm. Until it warms away
the you
the me—the every thing
until there is
only wordless river
of calm—lulling
lulling us
awake
you n your writing
ReplyDeleteis all so beautiful,
my dear.
orby lovexox
Big smiles. Thank you, dear Rachel.
DeleteSo powerful. Chills...
ReplyDeleteLove you.
I love you back, Alia. I'm so deeply thankful for you, my friend. xo
Delete"the light so very tired of being pressed down..."
ReplyDeleteI love your way with words.
Thank you, Deb. I love that you love my way with words. :) You are a gift that I'm so grateful to have in my life.
DeleteOh, Julia. I love this. This -- "Let's gather it up, this burning orb
ReplyDeleteof brightness"...yes, let's! And I love that river lulling us to awake. That is so it! That gentle being known, always there presence that wakes us up to the glorious here and now. Bless you, friend! Love your words. And that donkey with wings on your sidebar...he makes me so happy!
Beautiful Ashley...some day I will tell you the whole story behind donkey boy--he's extra special to me.
DeleteYour presence is such a gift here. Thank you for being here and for taking the time to leave your words. I'm feeling lucky, so lucky that we have "found" each other. Bless you right back, new friend. (((L O V E)))
This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMedicine.