RUPTURE

Today I pray to break the barriers of my mind, the wall that rises before me like the mountains in the vally of the swiss alps. The mountain that asked me to be here like itself, present to equal account.

No more, no less, just equal. And in whose report I fear to trust. When did I begin to doubt that we were any other than equals... or believe that I was any less.

It's an honor to be asked to lean towards the monumental presence of mountains and be held by the earth of this partner in dance. To be believed in.

Yet needing to bridge this gap of false belief within. It's a paradox that I can write this now, yet not fully grasp its meaning.

Maybe growing is like this. Reaching for a grain, or the initial idea of something vast, seemingly even bigger than life.

By this false rupture between us I made us both small. There's no other way than daring. For any other than, I may as well be dying.