I let out all my breath,
I pause,
wait for the touch point,
wait for where I can catch
the feeling and the timing
of your breath rising
so I can ride up with you
to the high ledge
and perch there till you’re ready
to swoop down

With every breath
I’m reaching inward
through the layers of our facades,
our constructs,
feeling for the inner contact
where we have flown
under the barriers
and can soar freely
in the vast common realm
where we have seen each other,
recognized our respective infinities,
have been seen by each other.
Ah, bliss! — open flight
in the pure laughter of recognition,
in the silvered harmony
of inner song.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 16, 2015