"You were standing in the doorway with your crooked smile as big and wild as the morning light. I was spellbound--lost all memory of who I'd been before that moment. You were as shockingly real as the perfect giant spider web stretched across my front porch when I left my house today. Did I hallucinate what you said as you murmured into your cell phone? Or did you really say, "I'm looking for someone who'll teach me how to live forever as we make love with exploding hearts"? That was too sweet and fierce to bear. So here's my loving complaint, which is also my bragging promise: I adore you with such painful lucidity that I think I could learn how to find you in every bird's cry, every cloud's flow, every changing face."

My care for you is without measure,
Without boundary.
Its borders insufficient to contain that which is my Truth
And My truth is loving you
Simply
Surely
Without wavering or
Indecision
Without question
Or doubt

All I can do Is weep with the recognition.
I am whole, was never less than
Nor you

This, you-me beautiful.
Lonliness is a thing of yesterdays.
Connection,
My life preserver, bringing me to the
Insides of Gods eyelids and I
Cannot remember a time I felt this, I
Cannot remember a time I felt this solid in knowing that

Splendid is the song I sing.
Delight is my dance.
Precious is the love we make.
We
Larger than one
Bigger than this
We.

The pendulum must swing
One extreme to the next
Keeping the clock ticking
And our lives we keep on living, and
We find our center point, we
find our way home, we
find our way home for some apple pie and ice cream.
Eventually.

I cannot live without loving.
Take my hand.

What do we make of this life?
The strife, the shame, the heartache. What of this?
Find your way through, she says with solidity.
Find your way through.
You know where you are.

Who you are is a dark and lovely language
Shamans shuddered you in -
in hushed and sacred murmers,
mirrors where the angels conceived
You

Are a warrior of Remarkabilty,

This is the time.
Don't give up.
Never give up.

"I think vulnerability is a highly under-rated ferocious skill
and one of few that ever move Anything toward getting Anywhere.
I think it takes more cojones than acting too cool for school
or playing games....."
- Flynn

There are many things I do not know, my dear,
like the sound of the abyss you find yourself in
these days, or how
these seconds have turned into years.
But I do know what cries a broken heart makes,
and I do know what songs
are my sutures.
I know that I live deeply in my bones,
and my skin a home I inhabit from the inside out.
I know that I crave the touch of God's sweet cheek, but when I
fall to my knees with my face in my OWN hands, I
find it.
And simply
Simply,
all I have to give on this walk, this parade of prayertitude
is this
everbeating
forever feeling
open
heart.

This moment.
Feeling into you
I see truth,
Conceived.
Grace and gratitude
Grace and gratitude
Yes, grace and gratitude
birth YOU into existence with
Razor clarity.
The piercing ocean of your eyes sees into me,
Through me,
Around me
Lifting me.
*
Beloved.
One.
*
I
A cynosure of your love
a tideline sending
Ripples of delight
Concentrically seeking you
like sonar to solid ground
maps The Way.
*
This,
A new beginning to an old story.
A fresh bite in my reality.
Wipe those tears from your joy stained face and
dance with me,
My love.

We
Stumbling over and into
ecstacy,
trying to find
ourselves amidst the
fallout of years
of living blindly, stuttering
our deepest truths into the deaf corners of our darkest rooms.
The habits of our fears,
sealing
our own tomb.
*
When
in fact,
its the womb, the
womb that finally pushes us forth. A labor of life,
this love we know as our own
child.
*
We once again play in the fields of
our own deep knowing -
our
ancient river beds filled,
with the fossils of lifetimes of
doing this before.
*
And I
still wonder why I
stumble?
*
And I
still marvel at the wonder
each breath
brings.
*
And I
still am enchanted by the nature of
loving.
*
Simply astonished, wiping clean
the reflection of you
seeing into me.