The same sky…

My heart is blue

like the sky

a shapeshifting cloud

writing loveletters

on the wind

three parts sunshine,

one part rain

if only cumulonimbus

would carry me away

… back to you…

There is a place

beautiful and mysterious

where the saguaro drinks

all year long

on the water

from a single downpour.

We are all thirsty

like this, unquenchable

a whole lifetime spent

on a parched earth.

To be as the saguaro –

to open ourselves

faithfully

to the same sky

that has the power

to burn us to dust

in the course

of an ordinary afternoon;

to offer ourselves

completely

arms open wide, trusting,

receiving what is given

nothing more, nothing less

patient, grateful,

satisfied –

that is love.

.

What will

become of me

as I go out

into that desert?

~LLN