It’s a full emptiness

Held in your arms
I gaze into your face
See the present and the past
layered in there,
Your face is many faces;
all the selves  that you have been
You are my sweet onion
I can peel back in my imagination
each layer of your being
rejoicing in each one.
You show me these faces all together
And I love each face, each facet of you.
Inside is the sacred,
The private place
where no-one but God
is present.
It is not nothing like inside the onion.
It’s a full emptiness
A space of music, of verse.
There you receive
intimations of truth and joy.
And I know this because
in that place we are all connected;
we are all one in the place
both private and entirely whole.
Shall I say holy?
I have a book
Holiness is wholeness.
But it’s not that I am whole
We are all whole and a unity
Communicating through deep feeling.
The noise of today cuts us off
from our depths
and so from each other.
Out alone in the high mountains
we are closer than in a busy Mall.
Distance is not a concern here,
Time travel really happens.
You are nearer to me when I am alone…
Until I see your sweet lined face
Shaped by concerns into a beauty not genetic
but formed by your feeling life
When I see you it’s like the first time
when I both knew you and didn’t know you at all.
That’s the enchantment of our being,
And of nature and love.
The winter is here
Yet then your shape is clearer
and your path towards me dearer.
I look into your eyes
Green and blue.
We live in love, the ocean;
We swim like fish turning;
fish joyful
in the deep dark sacred places
where few may venture except in dreams.
You are my own dear onion.
My multi-layered man.
Your eyes shine with a light
I never saw before.
Like the holy candle burning in the dark night
I love that sight.