There is a flow

a kind of unfolding

a wave like thing

that will

if you step aside from it

and from yourself

proceed outwardly

and inwardly

at once

it brings in it’s wake

beauty

marvel

and awe

and the knowledge that

it has precisely

nothing

whatsoever

to do with you

you may witness it

be touched by it

be held momentarily

in the beloved’s gaze

in this gift of grace

and

when this occurs

this rapturous blessing

that falls gently upon you

as light rain in a parched land

become as open to it

as that flower which waits in hope

as that embrace for an old friend

as a heart burst by a lovers touch

as a tear for a loss too deep for words

bring it fully to your being

and let it overcome you

so that you no longer are

without it

for all the senses…