Healing Arts

Where the moment meets my skin,

That is where It finds me.

Where the bounds that separate the “I”

From all there is out there, “That”.

That point of contact, connection, collusion.

My skin is a thin sheeting that dissolves at the slightest touch,

That is the moment that seeks me, precludes me.

For it comes for a breath, an awesome shiver.

My nerves and vessels are vigilant in surrender.

The breath that absorbs the sensational orb

Yet rhythm releases, ungrasps, lets go.

In that moment That is in me, and I in That.

In that enveloping expanse I see You, everywhere.

Point of contact - photo by Brooke Stevens

Sometimes it is a calm sea,  a swaying of crystals moving to the music of the sunlight.

This wonderous flickering of the waves, a dance.

You watch it with your eyes, and I with mine, but for a moment we can experience the other’s ecstacy as if it is our own.

Rich and enriching.

Thank you for the lens with which you allow me to see a little bit of your world.  You offer me a taste of your imagination, a look inside your heart that peers at beauty.

My heart is filled with gratitude. Not only did I see the dance from my own eyes, but was lucky enough to have had the chance to catch a glimpse when you offered me your gaze.

In that moment, the gulf is a calm and friendly sea. So complete with magic and wonder, mystery and offerings, rose petals on my skin.

But at times there is a storm.

And the gulf is an unbearable distance, this vast sea of images, sounds, taste and experience.  It is that which separates us. This gulf between us.

The stormy sea rolls and roars, tripping  me off my feet, off balance, off course, and I am falling.

You stand away, you stay apart. The gulf has no bridge, it has no canoe with which to paddle.

And I am drowning.

But I learned how to swim some time ago. And I know how to conserve my energy in the storm.

I remember that it too will pass, a moment, a reminder, to continue to hone my attention on that which is Abundance.