Saturday, May 3, 2014

a poem tapped on my ribs

Last night
a poem tapped on my ribs
from inside and I woke up
to the sound of a heavy rain –
it rained all day today too
and the ground opened her
pores to receive this
deep blessings.
what happens
when we love
without conclusion,
without doubt,
without expectations?
what happens
when we drop
our desire to be perfect
and dissolve into the
depth of who we are?

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