There is no reprieve in hurting back.
Rejecting the pattern that could become me.
No need for false refuge
of abandoning one’s own heart.
Resourced and powerful,
fueled by source and Earth,
and reverence for all who have committed
to the practices of deep letting go.
A student of devotion
willing to live 1,000 lifetimes with her prayers ceaseless.
Through fire and seasons changing
without regret.
Not needing to be a goddess
or a warrior.
A simple human wanting to change
a dynamic of unnecessary suffering.
Maybe there is a place where acceptance
breeds a moment of cosmic rest.
Chaos will ensue and still, maybe
it can all feel more perfect without reaching or denying.
Having already visited a personal hell of wanting a life to end
from the vantage point of a cold tile floor,
I make a different choice.
I head to another place I know.
There is a welcoming place of kindness.
Integrating two decades steeped in compassion and surrender.
Sensing the moon whispers of fullness
that returns only in the beautiful dark.
