Oh, I forgot to look deeply in my beloved’s eyes this morning.
I did listen to the early bird’s choir.
And I was graced with perfect air kissing my temple;
this body I know as home.
A wave came and she receded back to her expanse,
just like that.
I dreamt I was frozen,
unable to attend to my life and my little ones.
The desire to be held and healed overcame all else.
Sometimes, I lean into that longing.
For a moment, maybe more.
And more often than before there is kindness for that scared, small self.
A found courage to stay with what hurts
seems to be becoming a superpower of sorts.
A waking up to pain that keeps offering itself.
I can continue to breathe, and inquire.
There appears to be yet another message
that carries more freedom than I believed possible,
just a second before.
True love does that.
Chipping away at armor,
opening doors to cast light.
My prayer is to remember to gaze
from my soul into the source of illumination.