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.




...releases the oceans from my eyes... how utterly beautiful.