a CLEARing

In the space between the trees
that space between grief and anger
through the knuckle of my big toe up the liver meridian out through the pelvic girdle
filling the sinews that link muscle to bone
through the fibers of my severed nerve, remembering my brush with death
through the lid of my eye were my face was laid open from bridge to crease

the space between us, I lay down into you, held by you, refreshed by your hands on my head, your nails digging into the haunches of my being,
pulled more deeply into a timeless space we share.....

i am clearing

the phlegm from my throat,
        that has picked the last specks of grief from my lungs
                    moving the darkness out of this being

the gong reminds me that this moment is it....there is a clear ring..a clear ing a clear ring a CLEAR ring in my person of truth....that is undeniable...
that exists in the soft space between the two trees of my existence.....