Something Holy

I don’t want a map, 
I want to get lost in something holy.
I don’t want plans or agendas,
I want to listen to the wild yearning
that burns in depths 
I’ve yet to uncover.

I want to surrender to the questions,
especially those I don’t yet know to ask,
to follow them like a beacon in the sky,
leading me to something so much greater than myself.

I don’t want a list of certainties
carved in stone
and placed eternally over my seeking eyes.

I want to be shaken to the core
by the beauty of the mysteries,
as I swim into the ecstasy 
of all we may never know.

In this quiet moment,
I want to dance across the night,
standing with arms open wide,
head tilted up to the sky,
letting the breath of the universe fill me
until I am them
and they are me.

I don’t want to follow 
the tired instructions of life.
I want to live in the space between
the wild and the sacred.