Wholeness

Even though rocks and mountains
rumble to the earth’s core— 

The ocean’s turbulence slaps at its boundaries,
bringing sand, taking sand— 

A terrific storm of black clouds,
wind, and lightning charges at you— 

In our journey within the labyrinth,
to the center and back, will not
our hearts remain unscathed?

Intimacy, and the longing
for intimacy, is in bringing the littlest
thing to the greater whole.

Because I love, I have lived on the lip
of delirium.  I have said it before, love runs
from messy sanity to joyful madness.

When we refuse the truth,
or the possibility of truth,
we’re left on the path of fables.

Lovers should be explorers—
seekers and givers of each other’s heart
beyond places, beyond time.