Open.

Chatham, Summer Moon Rising, 2012

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Ocean water begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its

face against mine, Breathe into me, Close the language-door and

open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

Rumi