turning towards the heart, i

free write during sema session.

as I turn, I desire you

to listen to the beating of your heart, to the comings and goings of your thoughts

what can I give in offering of you, but this open heart and these outstretched hands

I bow in awe

of a love only this heart knows

every other part of me plays catch up

when I walk into your chambers, Beloved

and so let it then be

that the secrets of this body come to know your love

keep me there, Presence in the Winds

my lips ever know the pleasure of your wine

we have fallen into the space where all is music, all is turning, I fear