The Melting Point

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Can you be present long enough

to watch the frost

melt in the hand

of the morning sun?

Solid becomes liquid,

puddles,

and drops one wet rainbow pearl

at a time onto the

mossy tongue of the Earth.

And she laps,

with a twinkle in her eye.

I’m wondering:

Have you ever let anyone

warm you long enough

to know,

with all certainty,

that you’ve found your

melting point?

A sunset might move you.

Maybe a white jasmine flower,

or its scent on the breeze.

Perhaps a wobble-legged foal

standing for the first time

can cause your heart

to risk and fall.

But, have you let another

of your own kind melt you –

to turn your heart

into a thousand shimmering

tears wept in ecstatic gratitude

for the arrival of that moment

in which you finally have no

doubt, you are alive?

I ask this because I See

that so many of us have

forgotten, and been

forgotten.

Brigid’s well needs

water;

the fish can grant

no answers to your

prayers without it.

There is an alchemy that

we must live into this

world if we want

change.

If I can’t melt you,

and you can’t melt me,

what is the point?

The water of life

am I,

and are you,

and we are all

so very thirsty.

So let us do this:

Let us see each Other

as beauteous forces

of Nature.

Let us agree to touch

each Other,

and be vulnerable

to being changed

by the Other’s touch.

Let us yield to the

perpetual flow of

essential love,

nurturing what grows.

Let us commit to making

our own melting point

humanity’s

Great Turning point.

(c) 2012-2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)