Dance, in English...

Oui, oui, je sais ce blog est en français mais comme j'ai des lecteurs partout dans le monde et beaucoup aux États-Unis, j'ai pensé publier quelque chose en anglais une fois de temps en temps pour mes amis américains et les autres qui saisissent bien l'anglais.  Ce poème me vient d'un consultant et je l'ai trouvé si magnifique que je tenais à vous le partager:

Dance

We roll together as one. The sweet emotional tide shifts and sways with our movements. The dance lingers in our wake.

We paused in our flow to drink of our making. In there lies a secret, a hidden lair neither have visited in knowing.

It was a cool November morning, and our meetings morphed into a deep intensity. The many walls around our hearts were crumbling and the possibilities were multiplying. We lingered in bed for a long morning, greatly enjoying the other’s presence and bathing in the glow of our love. The physical was an equal part of our activities, with cuddling being the order of the day. 

She slipped on to me in an effortless movement that made me feel that this was our natural state. Lying there with her heart fully exposed to me and her weight grounding me in the moment, I was drawn into a journey of our openness. In our many years together, I had never felt this openness and dove into her with my heart as open as I could. I went into her Hara and embraced her heart fully with mine, holding and supporting its delicate vulnerability. This was the closest I had ever come to being completely connected to her. I rolled and swayed within her with her heart wrapped in mine. The openness was one of the most complete moments of my life.

When I quite naturally fell out of her, I had the immediate thought to draw her in and wrap my heart within hers. A similar dance went on with her drawn deep into me and our hearts rolled again but now with me supported within hers. An equal and different feeling of connectedness continued until we again naturally fell out of each other.

There was now a short period of relaxation from our experience, a repose from such a great effort at breaking through the walls of separateness.  She sat up on me and gently rubbed and massaged my chest, focusing on my heart and the openness she had obviously felt.

With a warm smile she lay back on me. Now there was something different. We had each gone into the other just before, but now we were separate. The feeling of our connectedness remained, but we were now two separate entities dancing again. The warmth of her physical body was tremendous, yet she remained soft and dry. The heat of our dance was very high, but neither of us had even a hint of perspiration or humidity. It was as if our adventure through the other had strengthened our individuality but kept our connectedness at the same intense level.