Spirituality

My spirit is underneath everything else. It both enriches, and

destroys yet never starts nor stops. Circulation in motion,

feeding, regenerating, distributing, I am never, not connected.

Exposed at the edge, I draw lines meant to stretch, contract,

define and blur. I inhale gratitude for a body that shares and

exchanges breath with wind, rain, mountains. “Love deeply,

thoroughly. Don’t miss a single delicious drop,” she whispered.

Weathered at the edge, I am equally calloused and smooth

like the river rock, at times scraped and badly bruised by the

edges of another.

Alone, I hold space for the unfinished, the undone. Together

we blend and shapeshift to show each other what we look like.

I know me because of you, and what I seek is what’s in between.

One day, I put myself away – as if I could. I forgot where I was –

as if I could. I even forgot I was there – as if I could. But I came

back to the body that was always mine, to the mind that always

knew, to the heart that always loved.