Hunger – what are you telling me?
It’s not my belly but the soul that lies beneath
That rumbles and growls, longing surges from the bowels of my being
You are here to tell me something
To teach me
Of the greatness I am made for
I don’t pick easy things
Easy anything
“You’re always eating”, my friends used to say
Of course!
I am made for infinite love, connection, silence, power
I am indeed “love looking for somewhere to happen”
This love that lives within
Has paradise as it’s measuring stick
It will stop at nothing
For its laughter to be heard ever echoing, bouncing through canyon walls
To forever be bowing at the feet of the kings and queens I meet every single day
The great ones I am humbled to call my friends
To be spent over sinks and tiny bodies curled into mine
Released into a flurry of bliss and ardor, living art, body flowing into night
To create space to hold the gaze of a beloved friend, to just cradle the beauty of this soul in the silence
This invisible fullness that carries meaning
The way the ocean floor holds the raging seas
Words spinning their way into covers bound, flowing with wisdom, life, invitation, glory, heartbreak
Love pouring straight into my companions’ own turbulent depths, both balm and blinding light, forging a path out of desire and courage
This powerful undercurrent
That threatens to pull me under
Is me
My soul, my spirit
Crying out as it labors to birth heaven into earth
The very thing that feels as though it might kill me
Is the only thing that tells me I’m safe
Safe from living death
Safe from apathy
Safe from a life of regret, a life of “could haves” and “I wish I would haves”
Safe from safety
This razor’s edge
Is where I choose to take my rest
The Eye of the Needle 