Blurred Boundaries
I trust the waves, the water,
the pulse of love;
I trust the boundaries breached,
peace and passion moments,
calm intruding,
spaces blooming into liminal space.
I trust their blending,
the unknown,
the what-is surprises,
the blank canvas of the fearful future,
the playful pause that brings me home again.
Connections in and out.
I trust the waiting
and the leading the waiting brings.
I want to emerge
with my boundaries just a little blurred,
fuzzy lines and bleeding love.
I want to fade into wave and wave blending.
I want to emerge
with my eyes wide open
to the blurred boundaries,
wet all,
water spreading.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020
the pulse of love;
I trust the boundaries breached,
peace and passion moments,
calm intruding,
spaces blooming into liminal space.
I trust their blending,
the unknown,
the what-is surprises,
the blank canvas of the fearful future,
the playful pause that brings me home again.
Connections in and out.
I trust the waiting
and the leading the waiting brings.
I want to emerge
with my boundaries just a little blurred,
fuzzy lines and bleeding love.
I want to fade into wave and wave blending.
I want to emerge
with my eyes wide open
to the blurred boundaries,
wet all,
water spreading.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020
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