Like tips of toes
Dipping into cool, clear water
The quickening current
that liquid light fills
And Risk says;
“Come on in, the water is nice.”
To be vulnerable is to live at the raw edge
Amongst the reeds, reaching into river muck,
One slip down the slope to total
The question is not if, but when.
Spiraling, whirling sea foam froth
Spins the story of the universe
on my bank.
And I smile like the sun smiles as he passes sister moon.
With secret knowing.
These things we don’t plan
Stirring red-tail Kundalini Shakti,
We. Are. Asked.
So let go.
To live in love is to feel deeply,
the effulgence of all
The helplessness of your one I
Merging the magnitude of a greater
Like churning effortless
Invites a slip
Clinging reeds let go at last
sucked into the wake of unfolding
The question is not why now, but why not?