Presence, a glowing beam of energizing lightness.
A space between times and timeslessness,
where words trickle past like falling rain,
dampening the ground of mindfulness
with wetness that cannot be found
in spacious minds of vacant souls.
My lips sealed with repeating thinking,
I stand staggered by the force,
windless brushings from a world that flows
fluid and strong beyond my minds’ vision and touch.
Presence -- someone there in the stillness.
Quietly in my stirrings,
hopefully waiting—
that I will open my heart’s door
and be filled with their Presence.
Steady and true,
I hold my heart’s hand to their face,
they lift me from my deafening terrors
into warmths of their Presence.
Precious and strong and healing and flowing—
unresisted by my restless storms.
My soul rests,
safe,
in the warming arms of their expansive love and caring.
Will W.
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