intimacy * 3/20/13

Intimacy bathes

in the new found warmth

from closely facing the bonfire of life.

Intimacy is secured feelings

from some unexpected

close quarters yet

so sequestered in a calming affect

and then basking in comfort.

Intimacy discovers

that your breath is actually

the dearest tranquility friend.

Intimacy is in speech

among friends that is not

the primary language

of agreement at hand.

It is when

a lot is getting done

and nothing, as an effort, is happening.

Intimacy is when there is a constant

up lifting feeling yet no apparent cause.

It is the shared activity with another

that is of one common weave.

It is when physical closeness

and shared intention aligned.

Intimacy is when

silence becomes so poignantly loud

that there is a share

of the one voice, singing it.                                                                        

Intimacy is a river of presence

close at hand

way beyond sensory account

yet sensory soothing.

It is a blur of boundaries,

a slow-motion blast of expansion

and multiple dimensions

in a cappella harmony.

Intimacy is the beingness

of your person,

giving your self-consciousness

a reasonable context to relax

and embrace behind the how of it all.

Intimacy is

the great aura-soothing acoustics

when your body is all ears.

It is sentences softly heard

before they are actually spoken.

Intimacy is gratefulness,

not in receivership expressed

but in animation of being present.

It is sipping the pool of self

while offering your ocean of being

for others to swim.

Intimacy is tendering 

the softest plumage feathers

out of the knife block stance.

It is pregnant silence

giving birth to a basking

in glowingly endless moments.

Intimacy is rigor without edges,

smiles without physical gestures,

soft eyes given freely,

coalescence from unsaid intentions,

and mutual emergence

dissolving declarable differences.

Intimacy is a focus shift

from a frontal movie screen sense

to an in-the-pool 360 immersion. 

Intimacy is being tucked into

a warm wrap of enormity

filled with spirit aliveness

of self-love, as a soft radiance,

effortlessly shared.

And, of course,

intimacy is an energetic presence,

the hum of it,

childlike in origin and heritage,

radiantly invitational to others,

and truly home to all

as a conscious residence of being . . .