The Path of Intimacy

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I let fall the heaviness of my armor, 
and gracefully out steps a ballerina, 
dancing on her tippy toes.

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
I crawl into makeshift forts, 
and from that cozy space 
entertain my demons and angels with high tea.

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
the rug is pulled out from under me, 
and I’m left standing on an exquisite marble floor, 
reflecting my own magnificence.

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
I meet my rage, breathing fire and smoke, 
a dragon guarding her precious heart
bedazzling tears of jewels falling like rain.

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
I encounter heart-breaking beauty, 
and I have to pick up those pieces 
and put them in my pocket. 

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I have to be alone and unfettered, 
so I am free to ask
Who am I, really?

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
I have to get in my own face
to get out of my own way.

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I need the warm embrace, 
and crystalline laughter of my fierce friends,
reminding me of my goodness.

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I flounder in despair and helplessness, 
waiting for the sun to rise.

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I indulge my senses in wine and chocolates
my lover’s caress
and celebrate being alive. 

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I curl in around my numbed parts 
and massage them back to life
or get help

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I cast out what is false
to protect my own integrity 
and budding sovereignty 

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy 
I look beyond the life I’ve created
to the life still waiting to be lived

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
I brave the terror of creativity
and let her awe my judgment 
into divine silence

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
I abolish learned tyranny
and restore my inner freedom and safety

Always on the Path of Intimacy
I stay kind
I stay welcoming
I stay in love.