Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
In the dark of night,
between the Sun's abandonment
and the Moon's possession
there can be great temptation
to run.
Don't.
Sit. Be still.
Invite the Beloved to haunt
every aspect of
your vulnerable being.
What's the sense of being truly alive
if you won't commit to being ravished
by the exquisite tenderness
of the unseen?
The breeze picks up and takes your skin
into the pucker of its lips.
This is merely foreplay.
(c) 2011-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life"
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...the wind making love to me(and 4 redtails overhead)at this moment..one hobbit sitting VERY still...speechless again...
ReplyDeleteThank you Dana. May the thermals be uplifting and gentle my friend. xo
Deleteomg i think this is one of my all-time jamie faves! i feel like this trip i've been on has been my own personal honeymoon! complete with flowers -- you ordered flowers! :D
ReplyDeleteYes! So glad for the flowers!!! Thank you Bethie. Happy personal honeymoon! ;)
DeleteA beautiful reminder. Just when every voice of reason would say "run", You invite us to stay. Be Still. Open embrace. Thank you Jamie.
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