Photo by Brooke Shaden:

A grain of sand taps softly from within, asking for my gaze

She calls for release from her grain-like nature, wishing nothing more than to merge with the ocean from which she came

Held within the safe Space of my Being, she rises

Her torment melts in the loving hands of my surrender, her edges crumble

Her form dissolves into the Heart of this Space.


A particle cast to shadow now brought into light, a grain of pain feeds from the Source from which it came

But wait, she beckons, she calls me forth, into the Heart of her

Her release requires my everything, to know her as my very Self

No silent witnessing, no holding her in love

Only my full falling into her, will break her from the core.


She calls for entry

She invites a depth of surrender that breaks us both into the unseen depth from which we rose

The dance begins, an inner communion which unites us at the core

And in the heat of that dance, a fire is born,

That burns and binds her to my very Self.


Together we rise

Together we breathe

One breath

You will be mine, she says

I will be yours, I say

Take me, she says

You are mine, I say

And in the full depth of our intimacy

The tears begin to flow

I know her pain as my own

I am her pain

No you or me

Or here or there

Only the Burn of our Merge.



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