In Stillness

Photo by James Sasser

I long to meet you where it’s still, where there is a pause, a void, a womb filled with possibility.

This is the place where the earth feels so still you swear you can hear the fire in her heartbeat, feeling her rise as she takes a breath beneath your feet.

This is the pause before an artist begins their work, quietly forming an understanding between themselves and their instrument of choice - a painter lifting their brush hovering over a blank canvas; a writer that is preparing to allow their fingers to speak their heart’s truth; a musician connecting to their instrument and an audience right before they begin to play.

This is that micro-moment between the time it takes for you to feel a gentle caress on your skin and the chills that rise up your spine in response.

This is when time seems to slow right before lips meet.

This is when your lover bares themselves, body, heart, and spirit before you and awe replaces all thought as you are invited in to witness the raw beauty of their unmasked humanness.

This is when you feel surrender wash over you and you suddenly sense that you're floating.

This is the silent heightened awareness that you share with someone before zenith is reached.

This is the pause between breaths, between our own heartbeats.

This is the space of trust, faith, vulnerability, truth.

This is where we remember who we are.

This is where God resides, where stars are born, where we were first joined.

​This is where your eyes take me.

This is where we are master creators.
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This is where we belong.

Meet me here. Always.