Sacred Space

I imagine taking you
to see
the ocean.
I see us jumping in the waves,
absorbing the art for sale,
watching the crowd...
holding hands.
I don't stretch myself far
to hold you
cause I've got you.
I felt this
when I saw my bathrobe
sharing the back of the door
with yours.
Others may come
and go
they slip by
without a good purchase.
My things
breathe my essence,
offering my presence
as I am absent.
You anchor my being
and ground me
in love.

Your devotion

gives me sacred space.

In it

I can do no wrong

and the world

is at

my feet.

Time

will show us

our whole spectrum

from which we get to create.