Beltane Fire

On a day like this

When the veil feels thin

And the hovering presence of Divine

Feels closer –

Only *just* beyond my fingertips…

I am still.

I sit

Not peering through the veil

But gazing

Soft

Not striving to grasp at that Divine

I am merely present

Existing

Aware, in an instant, of holy intimacy 

As if, in my flailing and grasping, the waves of my striving had kept the thing I most desired at bay,

And now in my stillness, I am overwhelmed

Enveloped

Like smoke carried on a breeze,

I am caressed by the drifting Presence

Floating like heavy incense 

settling on my skin

Invading my pores

I am embraced

There is no boundary, no edges

No place where exactly I start and exactly I stop 

I am blurred 

On a day like this

When the veil thins

And I am wreathed in the smoky tendrils of Divine

I am part of the veil

I am part of the mystery

In my stillness, far from striving,

Not fighting to be noticed by the One I want the most

I am aware of the truth at the heart of it all

It is not in the reaching out that I touch what I desire

It is in the breathing in.