finally the tears come like an orgasm,
breaking open the dam.
The next wave of grieving
all that has been heavy on my heart.
Melting the foggy numbness
that hides agonizing hurt.
These days they seem the same,
the rush gush light blast of ultimate pleasure
and the warm salty overflow
as my eyes are washed clean by understanding.
a vastly humbling way
of making love to the Mystery
that only passes through us
never to be owned,
never held in place.
We do not posses love
love possesses us,
if we allow, if we open enough.
It pulses through and around us
like the eternal ocean,
always one, yet never the same.
I taste salt,
and peer through the moistness
to realize that I am breathing
with my whole body.
Releasing what I thought I wanted
gives me a moment of boundless majesty.