If our being is woven by the fabric of our lives, then perhaps it’s true for you, as it is for me, that real intimacy is an act of courage. In-ti-ma-cy … into me you see …

Doubts and fears swirl …

Do you see with the eyes of the heart?

Can I receive the touch of your sight?

Can you see that I’m whole … just as I am … in this moment …
even when I’m entangled …

Please can you s e e m e into this present moment, into existence,
for the past seems to be here … and it I feels as if I may disappear …

Just below the surface of my belly is a shivering, a quivering. A longing to be met arises in my heart met by a fear as to who’s there …

Can you find me where I am at … so I’m not alone?

Drawn into this yearning, I breathe deeply …and then I realize … there’s no ‘there’ there …The I that arose moments ago is not the I writing these words.

Opening softening, deepening, and unfolding in the mystery.

Roma 2.3.15