Shyness, a poem looking behind the veil

By the waterfall

When two Souls meet
they’re as if two trees laid bare in autumn:
just the first two
suddenly naked, aware, raw
prickly at every deep glance.

Eyes cannot take this seeing;
they look away
breath, deepened, hushes the words
and behind this garb of shyness
Being goes into communion with itself.

Now you know.
Now, don’t dispel your shyness when it comes.