I don’t want to let the world in…
I fear my body cannot hold it all…
but what choice do I have:
it will crush me from the outside,
and fold me within its kosmic impossibility.
Love is determined without exception.
so I breathe…
I lift and move my breath
to the never seen edges of the universe
and in a delicate rush,
I let go,
let all of this flood back into me,
and the return of this great river:
the totality of emotions ever felt by beating hearts,
filling me, easing the friction
between surrender and intention….
and once again
I can smell the rain,
faintly I can hear
the soft laughter of the innocent
and I almost remember
how to find them,
but I’m not sure they will recognize me…