my body through my skin
feeling what it is like to be
be in my body.
My body inspired to touch...
Touch the infinite.
Infinite wisdom stretches me.
Stretched beyond reason....
Reason cannot know what I am.
I am unreasonable....
I am love's unreasonable manifestation.
A body of love that moves and stills me.
Still, I expand...
Fade into the ether....
Through her I experience my humanness.
She is fragile and yet so resilient.
She holds me delicately like I hold a small flower in my hands.
She is my faithful companion.
She carries me and reminds me of where I come from....
Soar beyond her yet...
grounded in her.
She makes me visible.
Visible to care for.
She is mine to care for like precious art.
Caring for her is my sweet labor of love.
Her well-being is my happiness.
Caring for her makes her visibly vibrant.
Thanks to her, I can be seen, heard, felt...
Connected to what is seeing and hearing me.
Connected to the Witness of my passion.
Passionate fire of love.
Love's fire painted on my skin.
My skin asking to be touched.
She my borrowed art.
Art that needs to be touched.
Feeling from the inside out.
Pure touch that lasts beyond the moment.
An art of being in the body but not attached to it.
She is felt art.
For she is Love's creation.
Love's Art is felt.