The Space Between
Somewhere between insisting on love and deflecting it, there’s a space.
In that space, love is neither traded like a currency nor withheld as a sanction.
It simply breathes with eternal lungs.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between suppressing feelings that give rise to shame,
And lashing out at each other with venom,
There’s a space.
In that space feelings are acknowledged and voiced and loved and claimed;
like colours on a palette which are deemed as neither ‘good’ or ‘bad’-just alive and myriad.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between self-blame, and blaming you, there’s a space.
In that space all wounds are treated as sacred,
and the sharing of them is the thread of love that binds us.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between self-hate and hatred projected outwards,
there’s a space.
In that place all aspects of shadow are welcomed,
And none more prized than embodied and righteous anger-
for that is the gateway to your truth.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between a refusal to feel your pain,
and collapsing into it, there’s a space.
In that space pain is fully felt, and expressed, and birthed into the ether.
And the fruit of the birthing process is the peace and surrender which lies on the other side of your courage to go into labour.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between insisting on things going exactly as you have planned,
And detaching from all expectation to protect yourself against disappointment,
there’s a space.
In that space intentions are set, and felt, and spoken and loved.
And then blown away like a dandelion carried off into the gentle wind to land who knows where.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between the repression of all the thoughts that you have which you think are unspeakable,
and uncontrolled savaged attacks of the tongue, there’s a space.
In that space, you and I have the courage to speak our embodied truth even if our voices tremble with fear.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between fear of death and longing for it, to end the pain of life,
there’s a space.
In that space death is a stimulus for life,
And death gives birth to the next shoot of life, in whatever form the new life takes.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between control and apathy there’s a space.
It’s imbued with intention and surrender simultaneously.
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between the notion of ‘good’ and ‘bad’,
‘right’ and ‘wrong’,
There’s a space.
In that space, judgement dissolves into the horizon,
And the pureness of ‘seeing’ emerges like a clear sky at dawn.
I’ll meet you there.
There’s a space where your fire is celebrated, and so is mine.
For that is the place of alchemy and transformation.
I’ll meet you there.
There is a space where your rain is welcome and so is mine.
For with the shedding of tears,
Comes the release of pain.
And with that comes a gaiety which longs to dance in us both.
I’ll meet you there.
There’s a space where your tempestuous winds are celebrated, and so are mine.
For they are sent to change your direction, when you missed the turn on your sacred path.
I’ll meet you there.
There is a space where I gaze upon you, and you upon me,
And the reflection comes back completely clear.
Because all of your shadow has been recognised as the illuminator of your light, and so has mine.
I’ll meet you there.