Let’s hang here,
With nowhere to go.
I need to move slow,
For it takes all of me,
Everything I’ve known
Myself to be and
All the unseen spaces
Of my longing soul,
To move, to come upon
This moment with
Reverence in
Every breath.
Nothing, absolutely
Nothing, else,
Feels sane to me,
Than to soften
Into humble wakefulness,
The place where
Each particle is met,
As if an altar onto
Sacredness itself,
And your heart,
And unknown depths,
A most delicate
Offering of Love.
