What’s the heart of the matter

The mother of feeling nurturing and wide

Like the tender infinite blueness of sky

The veils of grace unravel into eternal return and my lungs fill with life

Smoothing the soothing ways we can be when everything eases…for a while

A thin membrane so tender and fresh between love and fear

Another veil slides open with possibilities

Slithering through the marshlands of my body

Bones like old stones poking up out of the wet ground

Water seeping around them bringing vibrant color to the landscape

Slithering wet marks across the grass of myself

The undercurrent of life creates a surface for surfing the depths, swimming

Diving, sensing and feeling

The mist of what I call myself dissolves into the atmosphere 

And I can feel the kind hearts that still blanket this world even though its harshness can sting

And hard people that can hate through precious stones as if their own commodities 

Can I be this wet freedom and bless them still as I sense my connection to all things?

It’s all in the soup of desire for connections to love and be loved

To live a life strong and vibrant

To feel every last drop of fluid feelings

the pearled jewel speaks from the well of wisdom…always

Tara arrives in us all through the brain space to the central channel 

She arrives with such gentle seeing, watching, taking and offering love

A true habitat of the heart

A universe of care