honoring that which cannot be captured
living beyond words
This experience feels so important to share — and yet I do not know how.
Looking inward toward the center of my chest reveals a familiar and boundless space pulsing with powerful, tender warmth — raw and wild and dangerous and nurturing. An ancient ache that brings each breath and releases the oceans from my eyes. I am being digested. The winds of longing howl and dance through sandstone canyons. I want to know and be known. How can one be met when there is no separation? Trembling before that which cannot be named. Smiling at the recognition of I am. Endlessly collapsing into I know not what and still here. Laughing at the futility of trying to catch this experience in words. Tension of becoming feeling unbearable - and yet always born. Unceasing draw and release. Distant echoes of waves crashing. Falling complete.




"I want to know and be known.
How can one be met when there is no separation?"
Oh, I felt this.
...releases the oceans from my eyes... how utterly beautiful.