You.
Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea about the corner of the world that get's held up
because of your existence? Do you know about the brightness that is held in your every breath? Do you know what magnificence is concealed in your story? Do you know that Love wrote a letter in your bones on the day you were born, and that every moment of your life is about revealing that letter? Do you have any idea about the preciousness of your every motion? and the gifts you bestow on us when you trip and fall?
Your wins are for you, but what you GIVE from your failings, you will never know. A light exists in you that is ancient and breathless, and beyond every nuance of your mind. Yes, it shines when you smile — but it burns white-hot brilliance when you cry, because that is when you OPEN. That is when you bloom like the full phase of the moon. You are all this luminosity, and more. You are what wakes the tiger, and puts the bear to sleep. You are that raging internal curiosity that creates worlds within worlds, within worlds. You are the undoing of those worlds. The unravelling of an old tale, like a grandmothers sweater worn thin. You break through the barriers,and find the sun.
You are my heart, and my hope, and my truth that can't be taken. You change the game. You re-write the rules. You set the world on fire, and then you wash it all clean. You show up.again and again, and again, and again. You astound me in your forgetting, and remembering. You plant the seeds, and bring the soil.
What I really want to say…is how you move me. And this moving is a sharing that rocks this wicked world.
this beautiful world, that we like to call wicked, because we've forgotten that it is only Us in disguise. What I really want to say, is that you knock my socks off. and that I smile for the day that we all stop pretending
we don't know each other, and love each other, and meet in the middle with a warm embrace —laughing with abandon over the wild and woolen wonder of this fastly fading dream.
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