What do we do when there is nothing left to do?
What do we do when there is nothing left to do?
Where do we go when cannot move from here?
Singular focus; heartbreak, longing, desire
Obsession with the one thing we cannot have.
What do we do?
Let love break us open.
And open more still.
And when we think we’ve opened all the way
When the borders between us and eternity are muddy and unclear
Open yet more.
To the point of dissolution.
No-thing.
No identity, no structure.
Just love pressed up against Love.
And be held there. Suspended in chamber of empty fullness.
Empty of Thought and Word and Mind.
Full of Ecstasy and Eros and Heartbreak.
Pure Feeling. Pure Devotion.
To Your Heart & Mine.
Hurtling on jagged rock, through Space & Time.
This is Holy Ground.
The threshold, where Mother meets Son.
Where what is done is momentarily undone.
Rapture,
One fleeting Sun kissed embrace.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Grace and more grace.