until I meet some one
at the right reflectional pause in our cycles
at the humblest of our seasons.
who matches my energy
in its vastness and its purity,
in its free will.
who can never go past his truth,
who shows up for himself
and speaks up for the world.
who is kind to the roots of his soul,
who is caring to the center of his bones
and gentle at the source of his thoughts.
who appreciates the deepest depths of darkness and light
and the silence of perfect presence.
with whom being two-gether
doesn‘t sound like a hypocritical mouthful
or a stoneheavy burden.
to whom dancing in each others arms
never means to move out of sync with time
or out of a frame that we‘ve painted with white color on canvas.
with whom it’s easy two be two,
finding that unison
that never feels
like we are one.