the gift of presence

this pressure
of getting things done
as things pile up
mountains of things
ever rising
as I am ever climbing
and never reaching
peace

this hurry
of getting somewhere
always somewhere else
other than here
swimming upstream
a never ending river
and never reaching
the source

this anger
of being defenceless
against the world
unbearable
as a moving target
parading her weakness
before an army of
ruthless predators
and never reaching
vulnerability

they all dissolve
in the sweetness of your eyes
disarming all of my armours
into raw nakedness
in the softness of your touch
melting all my resistance
into sheer ecstasy
in the lightness of your being
illuminating all my shadows
into silent surrender