All growth
leads to contact
to touching
and being touched
where our life force flows.
I don't have time
for the waiting rooms of small talk,
to play at being alive,
to resolve religious problems.
My growing is
having a yearning that hurts,
being breakable by words alone,
and taking the risk
of living on the edge.
But that is how we meet.
Our brokenness touches
and in our craving for the light
we lift off,
dancing angels with weighty feet.
—Ulrich Schaffer