I trust in my longing
I trust in my longing
the distant echo that whispers
in the pause between breaths
this longing is delicate, intricate, intimate
and holds the texture of all my long held dreams
some forgotten
some still hold an edge of remembrance
some like to come to me when I am
moving closer to the threshold of sleep
and pull me back into reverie
silently holding me with tender hands
whispering to me, to not give up again
I trust in this longing
beyond all sense of reason
like a lover who softly whispers
gentle yearnings across my skin
I open myself to this longing
to the ache that moves my breath
and tenderly invites me
to listen;
listen to the voice
that constantly whispers
into the depths of my heart
I trust in this longing
that has been with me all along
a grace that holds all of me
without fear or judgement
just a desire to live this longing out loud
I sink into this longing
and allow it to consume all of me
fracturing reality
and sweep me along her gentle current
here is where I remember it all
here is where I melt and meet
the edge of ecstasy
that this longing aches for
I have felt the edge of longing
a deep inner yearning
my whole life
I recognised it as the ache within the ache
a soft gentle awareness of a yearning
that had gone unfulfilled
a feeling that expands beyond this moment in time
and opens to the deepest desires
that my soul holds for this lifetime
it is an ache, a longing, a yearning,
I have come to know intimately
there is no specific thread for this longing
simply an awareness that it is there
there are moments when the ache is present
and I can recognise the name that calls to me
peace, rest, connection, a softening;
desire, eros, eroticism, that aches to be fully met
but always it asks for my attention
to breathe into the space within the space
where this longing is held
reminding me to never stop seeking this soul longing
the deep inner yearning
the sacred ache within the ache
that reminds me of my humanness
I have learnt to trust this longing
as a voice that guides me
that asks for faith and surrender
and a devotion to her current
constantly pulling me forward to the next unfolding
the next deep exhale
as I meet the ache that arises
this longing is a way I have come to know the voice of my soul
reminding me of what is important
what I must move towards
no matter the cost
it is the voice that reminds me of the dreams
that desire to be met
with a burning that can rip my whole world apart
And yet still, I listen