In Between, My Love

In between the fluttering
the sound
of pigeon wings and wind
I awake you from slumber
blinking
sunshine and shadow
playing white lighted
window and sheets

As the wind feathers your feet
it speaks gently,
"You are held"

In between your dreaming mind
and the softness of your bed
You say goodbye for now
to your sailboat at sea.

You tuck yourself under the stars
where I am ready to give you
a bridge to your beloved
(where I am present)
in all of your worlds.

As the sun lifts the curtain
Your eyes open to understand
"This is love"


I am not a poet really but sometimes words speak in my head waiting to be written and shared. This poem is inspired by waking up one morning realizing the beautiful experience of having pigeons fluttering on my window everyday and how its nice waking up to the idea of having the Beloved hold  me. That's a beautiful mandala flower drawing with the sun by one of my students last summer :-)