the dark comes into the light
marring, decimating safety.
when the felt-experience of love
settles upon me, descending,
resting, cloaking, covering …
I feel sacred, connected to Love;
that possibly I am loved.
possibly.
we come from chaos—
internal, external.
our hearts frenetic, reverberate around,
knocking about, hoping to settle—
to alight on some solid shore.
but we can’t quite get our footing,
and we slip back into chaos.
always away from love
and one another.