I don’t care how many degrees you have
Or what lineage you come from
Or what guru initiated you
Or how many sacred texts you’ve read
Your credentials are irrelevant
I want to dance with you
In the density
I want to feel your
Unhidden brokenness
And savor
That luminous dark place
That shines
From the cracks
In your facade
I want to see the way your eyes
Look back at me
In that place where
We share
This absurd inside joke
Of being alive
I want to see
The way you melt
Into the moment
With bravery
Don’t try to impress me, please
I want to see your honest terror
As you wobble into the unfolding
Mystery
Of the moment
Knowledge cannot teach you
How to pulse
In the fertile not knowing
Of the heart
Knowledge can not reveal
The wild innocence
Of your feral, love drenched being
Knowledge cannot strip you
Naked
It can only conceal you
Your Ideas about truth
Are getting in the way
What is frightening you at this moment?
What is your honest terror that you can admit to?
What were your scariest moments?
