Finding You ~ Georgi Y. Johnson

“Fear”, you said, “is in you.”


Fear like grief, like longing,


Like a lust.


Fear like a butterfly’s hour,


a fountain of light-


the edge of unknowing.


Fear – the space before


Surrender.


 


Opening now, can I open?


finding comfort


In depth?


 


High up, on upper floors


Gathering torn scraps


Of composition – the music


That vibrates somehow


In our creation.


 


A good soul comes here,


Telling of essence –


How it can only attract.


 


Where will we be attracted,


my beauty?


In apprehending roots


Of moments constantly lost?


In the wail of tear-drops for the ocean?


In the blind wisdom


Of Creative Unfolding?


Or in a single cell


On the upper lip


That consumes space to sense


The miracle of touch?


 


When the heart splits into


Ribbons of silver.


Flying into darkness


And disolving in wonderful nothing;


When the mother bear embraces


Herself;


When the lover bonds


With everyone;


When rain falls


(between, no, within the drops);


When the clock stops


And listens


To silence easily pulling


Time to the blissful vacuum


of eternity;


When eyes meet


In pure perception,


When the scent that follows you


Diffuses.


When we align like beams of light,


When you are gone,


Lost in structure.


 


Adoring then I find you here


In the space between naval and neck,


In my fingers,


quietly courting the waves


That divide future and past.


Unaccusing


miracle to exist.