A softness that defies language.
An unutterable tenderness.
To touch it requires complete and generous receptivity,
an awareness that is feather-light.
I’m beginning to know this place within,
this place that opens with the
touch of Grace and my
willingness to be loved.
Completely undressed I sit,
In silence I wait with
open heart and a willingness
to let my longing be known.
In this subtlest of subtle places,
I hear the whispers of this woman’s heart.
To do so requires me to leave everything I know
at the threshold into this world.
I am nobody special here,
in fact quite the opposite.
I am ordinary, undressed, and open
simply waiting to return home.
