Love is the final adventure
When it connects two humans, it’s a double edged sword
Both cutting brush, making the journey of life possible
And unnervingly dangerous
Unless you become
The blade’s master
Tending to each tiny shift in weight
Learning to read, breathless and trembling
When it is time to advance, retreat, dance
We tend to get distracted
By ourselves
Playing with the footwork
In our head’s trying to “figure out” what to do with this gleaming power
This is when we have the tendency
To land a blow
On ourselves
To perceive our partner, or our power
As the one who is dangerous
When it was our inattention, our naïveté
That injured us
This one true art, love
Demands every ounce of skill, attention, strength, and intention
To reach its mark
To disarm our partner, to create safety and space
For togetherness to occur
Connection
Intimacy
Love is the careful craft
Of slicing away
Everything
That might get in the way
Of the flow that we are
The ease that exists
When we release the illusions
Of incompetence, fear, and uncertainty
And obey without hesitation
The weight of glory that rests in our hands
The Eye of the Needle 