that breath you suck in tense
until the someday when you’ll feel like you’re enough,
where you’re still feeling a little less than
…..can I pass you a note
into that suspended place?
There is something quietly and genuinely significant about you
There’d be a sad, dark hole in this living canvas
You’re a custom fit,
particular and priceless by design.
Would you maybe go look up at the stars tonight?
See how they shine,
winking and nodding and noticing you back,
the whole inky blackness of the vast night sky
a mat rolled out in welcome
for, yes, that would be you,
the universe extended gentle and generous
to affirm you just exactly where and how
each of your feelings mattering,
each of your needs worth meeting,
each of the beats of your beautiful heart
highly prized by the lover of all wild things.
What if you let that exorbitant love name your value
and let that breath go.
Stand under the great wide sky all small and mighty and cherished
and breathe all the way down past the dregs of that fear
and embrace it, your fit and flow.
I totally dare you.
Thanks for coming by to visit; this post may ring a tad familiar,
as I wrote and posted it awhile back, but I’m celebrating love this month
and I wanted to serve it up again, with some fresh hope on top.
Just passing along a loving squeeze from the universe:)