Intimacy

a poem.

Uncomfortable in the silence I sit.

Letting my mind wander to situations

from the past, that I can't let go of.

I try to fill the silence with a problem

with a past hurt

with wanting to find out why.

But the truth is

I seek intimacy -

my heart is yearning for a connection so deep,

it transcends the mind’s grasp for reason.

I practice sitting with myself in silence.

My chest tightens

There must be someone I can talk to.

But as I allow the silence to deepen

I connect to my heart

to my body

to my soul.

I relax my shoulders in knowing I am here, with me.

And this time I allow the silence

to fill me up with its love

with its peace - as I connect deeper within me.

Ah, there it is. Intimacy.