You are made of something
so ordinary and so astonishing:
solid become liquid
become solid again
in an entirely
new way.
No going back
to sand,
to stone. You now live
in between
what you once
were
and what you now
seem.
Clear
and steady
despite everything,
you hold
the stuff of all life
and you live
the rhythm of everything –
empty, full
empty, full
ready to receive
or
ready to offer –
two states of being
equally perfect.
Oh, I love
your simplicity,
your complexity.
I love
your transparent layers
and the magic
you make with
the light.
I love when
our lips meet
and I am quenched.
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Photo by Joseph Greve