Kamti ani lif’toach l’dodi
I will open to You, my Beloved; will You open to me?
—from the Song of Songs
We come
into the
world
literally attached,
and within
seconds,
we begin the
journey
of learning
to attach anew,
to anchor
ourselves differently.
Let me go;
welcome me home.
Where is that familiar smell?
Oneness,
separateness,
seeing you–
seeing myself,
coming
close–stepping back.
You are with
me
when you are
not with me.
closeness, trust, reliance
My stomach
flutters and swirls;
love, fear, safety
Am I willing
to open
myself up
(to the
possibility of losing you)?
surrender, willingness, connection
It’s a
skydiving act, this attachment thing.
Flow, free fall, faith
I’m reaching
for my pully-cord;
Open,
parachute, open.
Catch me.
photo courtesy of RHC
24 Cheshvan, 5770 — 11 November, 2009