Yes my love,

life is slipping through your fingers.

Loosen your grip now,

you can’t drink from a clenched fist.

You can do this,

sight unseen

roundabout -

your fingers know

trust them,

they hold your fear and your promise.

Kiss me,

not just the way lovers do

with lips and limbs,

take me down through the bones

to where our rivers meet

Pain is a messenger, listen

but beware of the

more this, less that kind -

Sometimes it only takes a moment

to change everything and nothing.

All that is needed is your noticing.

What if I told you rest was the real work?

That when you sleep, you take flight

like a night bird navigating by moonlight

through all that ever was and ever will be.

When you wake with a tired heart

know that the world needs this too,

it longs for your joy and your sorrow.

‘Hold me, drink’

But what's it like -

to hold everything and nothing at all?

To know as you empty, the world rushes in?

I want to know the world and know I belong to it.

I’m not sure when it happened

when I stopped being her

and became me,

full of self-doubt and confusion.

It’s time,

craft a nest from those sticks and stones.

Under my feet

you sing your song of reclamation.

The sharp edge of my attention

made blunt by years and waning ambition

rests in me now -

In that sacred moment

between the healing reprieve of darkness

and coming into being –

Mystery,

Make me an instrument of the Unseen -

guide me between worlds,

I long to know the wild edge of life.

When fear comes promising security

wearing masks of envy and blame,

listen for love’s quiet truth in uncertainty.

Lay down your questions, drop your bow.

Yield to nothing, if you dare.

The space between stories is yours to know.

She wondered as she waited,

what she would do if she wasn't afraid-

would she whisper, why not me and mean it?

Born of divinity into a river of forgetting,

we flow like the water we are.