Tender Threads / Verwobene Nähe

Tender Threads

A glance, a breath, a touch—again.
The kettle sings, the floor creaks, your hand finds mine.
We rise, we fold, we pause—again.
Intimacy lives in the rhythm,
in the quiet return,
in the thread that holds us—again.


Verwobene Nähe

Ein Blick, ein Atem, eine Berührung—wieder.
Der Kessel pfeift, der Boden knarrt, deine Hand findet meine.
Wir stehen auf, wir falten, wir verweilen—wieder.
Intimität lebt im Rhythmus,
im leisen Wiederkehren,
im Faden, der uns hält—wieder.

Mantra of Love in Motion

I am the pulse, the reality of fulfilling touches.
The intention that listens.
The breath that stirs the field of being loved.

I move because I am moved.
I soften without collapsing.
I widen without grasping.

I speak truth as flame.
I shine without shrinking.
I change without clinging.

I hold Ruth, the Yet-to-arrive, the sweet life that meets mine.
I am not yours—I am ours.
I am not waiting—I am already love.

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