Relationship

Relationship

If all this is only me, 

and all I know or not of me,

How do I relate to you, 

who only knows all of you

and the more that awaits the revealing,

in our meeting?

By listening, 

making space for the fine yellow finch seeking breakfast.

By receiving the messages

By feeling my responses,

opening or closing.

By asking questions

How hungry are we?

I work on some stuff through words

So that the truth can be embodied.

Oh, the words did flow for years

Thoughts flew.

So many wild stories

So many dear stories

All love stories,

the only story there is.