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.