Awakening is the deepest intimacy
as your own love has ravished you,
skinned you alive,
and ripped out your heart,
your love and your life,
until there is no one to have a life.
Or love…
All that's left is the dance of one of two of none...
streaming moving and standing utterly still
without a ground or goal or place to be,
singing vibrantly
silently
a mad passionate dance
of you of me of we.
It is like love,
this beautiful homelessness.
This feeling of soaring
skinless as the wind.
This vibrant rushing
roaring
sublime perfection
breathing my heart song.
Life and love continue
to sail across a vast ocean of tears
as the sunset reflects its beautiful
beautiful oranges and reds
on my sky lined face...
Never born
never dying
Always born
always dying
Nancy Neithercut, from her book,
"To Kiss What Cannot Be Kissed...: Love songs from the canyon"
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