Your beckoning began before I was born:
Enfolded into the weave of stars,
rivers, rocks, dirt, blood and loam…
The invitation: “Live from the Depths of the Whole”.
So many waves
So many years
You moved with the living splendor of liquid love
Like the spiral of wind
Like the gush of water
Like the delicacy of newborn breath – gently opening and nourishing every cell.
Trust the completeness, the constancy, the eternal return.
I dive, finding refuge in my skin
The cells opening to reveal visiting light,
Breath buoying the silken weave of filaments and rivers
That compose me.
For a moment I locate into grief
calling you to answer.
It comes – The universal moment arises
out of the weighty sadness,
my heart lifting towards soft streams of love
You are coursing in me, in all.
You are flowing forever
Let us dance.
-Beth Pettengill Riley