Dichotomy of Feeling

As I walked into the Newbold kitchen
I was met by a barrage of love
– all directions coming for me –
A multitude of feelings,
affections, tender eyes, contact,
filling me up, feeding me;
energies rampant
as I step into a vortex of love-buzz,
sweeping me off my feet

Can I handle it?
Can I be in it?
Can I allow it in?

I am overwhelmed

Is it safe
to be open completely?
Or should I be
closed, a little …
Let love trickle in slowly

It’s a warm balm
It alarms my senses
I want to run away
Be alone
I want to groan in ecstasy
at love’s power and passion
knocking on my door
pawing like a cat at my lap

And then, the ecstasy of playing with food
Sensuous food!
To knead and cut
and wallow in the flavours,
the smell – so many smells –
taking me away on a fountain of juices,
ripe with sheer ripeness of colour,
texture, nectar, subtle flavours,
powerful explosions of soft and warm
between my fingers;
lingering smells on cloth and breath

Leaving, I’m full
Fed
Love has struck me down again
in all ways
in all senses
in all delights

Food
You
God
All of life
Pulsating …

 

Poem by Barbara Loveland from her unpublished collection, Heart Explosions. She captures her life – inner and outer – in the Community.

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