Remembering the light

The thin bright line
that connects us,
that pulses,
that beats with the
blood of air and water
and fire

in the darkness
in the silence
in the hum
of the energy
coming off you
in heated waves

and I remember
my own vibration
I feel the echo of my
shadow self
long discarded
in fits of fear and confusion.

it is a daily battle
between the rational mind
and the waking heart,
between the known-safe
and the unknown light,
untapped, untested

but today
there is no fear
today there is only
east and west, there is
only north and south
and a smoldering trust

and when I center
when I stop and listen
I can feel you wherever
you are. I can feel
your bright outline
on my warming finger tips

and when I feel you then,
I begin to feel my heart
again, I begin to feel
the sleeping spirit again
and I forget to worry about
what can be known

I forget to weigh the
science of intuition
I forget to measure the
physics of coincidence
again and again. and I begin
to hear old conversations

and when I surrender,
I can float on that
energy that resonates
through all, that
harmonizes, between
you and me

and judgment and doubt
slips silky off my skin,
leaving bare sensation
and I hold you in the ether
close and far,
tight and forever