I Trust You With My Face [Poetical Writings]

We looked out at the world
So full of color and shapes,
Sensations and sounds,
A symphony of emotions,
Thoughts, ideas.
And then we looked back
To where we looked from
And all was quiet
All was clear
Nothing.
And then I looked into your face
And realized it must be mine,
The one I had looked for
All this time,
And I caressed it with my eyes
And held it in my mind
As a precious gift
Describing my identity.
And as you looked at me
My face was yours
Unconditionally given
From that clear and open place
And in that silent space
You were me
And I was you
With all the universe.

by Charmian Clift

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*A friend was sorting out his attic and came across this poem that an old acquaintance of his had given him more than 20 years ago.

Thanks to Richard Lang | Headless dot org for sharing this reflection on “headlessness.” One person’s reflection can so often inspire others.

Photo credit Quentin Arnaud