You broke me open so quietly
there were times I begged for mercy;
asked you to stop this loving.
Your love was a raging fire.
It burnt through me
carving out channels
in places so deep
I could not know they existed.
You were a cougar – a mountain lion,
I believed you would kill me with one pounce.
You pursued me through a thousand dreams,
stalking my illusions with relentless precision
until my mind was shattered
my body raw and finally
I paused. To look
into your eyes.
I became so still that time
stopped. I became.
Then we were equal you and I:
Death staring at death;
Life staring at life.
There was no fear
only total acceptance.
Silence dissolved through us
with perfect resonance.
There was no longer desire
but an ocean of emptiness
fulfilled beyond completion.
We merged with reverence
I returned in you
tender – a witness to Love.
I shall stay awake all night
sitting within my own stillness.
I shall listen for the echo of the drum beat
then journey to its source.
I shall return to that place from which the heart whispers;
Where lovers reveal moonlight secrets:
where spirit is born.
At dawn I will go out
into the unbroken day.
I shall walk lightly with clear eyes and an open heart
so that I will be present to receive your blessings
with the awareness that they deserve.
I shall bathe in the music of new beginnings
and bear witness to the mysteries you have revealed.
When the world stirs I will turn to face you and say “YES!
and YES!” because I am not afraid to give myself completely
whilst honouring my own sweet truth;
So that each step is a humble offering
to adorn your dance.
I shall empty my mind to receive what we had always known
then bow down to honour your beauty.
I will remember yesterday’s sorrows
only for the wisdom which they taught.
And what was not given with love I shall set aside:-
Liberating our ancient hurts
to be returned to that place from which the heart whispers;
Where lovers create sun-kissed futures
and spirit is born
Each day a bird came to sing outside my window;
Each day different feathers, a different song.
I thought that there were many different birds – & many days:
But perhaps there are only many windows
– and a thousand different ways
to say “I love you”.