The Space Behind the Noise

A little music. Some plants. Nice tables and comfy seats. Time too. Lots of time, sweet time. To wonder. That's all I ask. Consistency, movement, practice, vision too. Guess I want a lot. Maybe too much. Or not enough. Desire that is. Raging, rolling, burning desire. Into action. Surrender. Joy. Abandon. A taste of sweet peace and paradise. All because of this, of you, beloved. You helped me to remember, to ask, and to give. With you I can stand without fear and step forward into what I will I never fully know or understand. When I have passed the point of seeing I will let you carry me the way I now carry others. Help me see what is so close but so easy to forget, so quiet there in all the noise.