We Go Deep Here

Sometimes deep flows,

sweet and gentle

pulsing through our veins,

into our hearts –

essence of sun

and moon

Sometimes deep comes

roaring, crashing –

an unwelcome guest

until we see him,

really see him –

and he melts, like

a fallen tear.

Deep can come

in a soft pink blanket

and inside this deep

another deep, a secret deep

tender and new.

Or deep can erupt

loud and brash

a procession of trumpets

or a clanging of swords

or spit and fire.

Deep can frighten

even the bravest of us,

flashing its wild teeth,

galloping into our nights.

Deep can come

as a small black dog

with a pink tongue

unleashing inexplicable

affection and gratitude.

Oh, there you are —

There is my heart –

now, I remember…

We go deep here,

walk through its strange woods,

meet its glory and its creatures,

all that we have known

and never known

and forgotten

and remembered.

Here, in this place, we go deep.

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Written on November 16, 2012

In honor of our IFS Level 3 group, with thanks to every one of you, whose spirit inhabits this poem.