Mystery

Like sand through my fingers
I know the feeling of you
as something moving and elusive
not sedentary like the stones
or heavy like the ocean
It is always inside me
and yet when I look for it
it turns from particle to wave
back to particle again
playing tricks on my mind
The only way to really hold you
is without hands
without thoughts
just sitting with the orange crab
as the sun dips down
behind the veil of golden water
When I let go of everything I know
I find you there
in the great space of Mystery
The place where all of us were made
where all of us will return
There is nothing I can do to contain it
and yet it all exists within these
four limbs
two eyes
and one heart
Like sand through my fingers
I know the feeling of you