The Beloved

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I have not complete knowledge

of who or what the Beloved is

for I am not complete.

Longed for by name,

the Beloved

draws near enough

to share my breath,

but the Beloved’s touch

is yet too holy to grasp –

I am loved most in the

act of being forsaken

to the Great Mystery.

Truth must be a candle

without a flame

because in the spark lies

the light and the self-destruction.

Courting the Beloved

is the act of apprenticing

to the way Home.

There is no possibility

of return other than to

step upon one’s own

heart –

Again and again,

until,

Broken,

the doorway

yields.

It is at this threshold

that the Beloved

recognizes

the Beloved.

In we go.

© 2011-2017/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 

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