I found

love expanded

and flowed

and gathered

all that had

felt separate

and dishonored

in me,

without ever

imposing.

It taught me how

to shine my way

through any amount

of darkness.

I understood

the sacredness of

honoring the delicate

unfolding of life

as it moved

and naturally became

more of itself.

I learned to grieve

as I let go

without becoming

stuck in my own

grieving.

I learned to move with

all things —

back to my own source.

I wasn’t interested

in winning

or attaining

imitations of love.

I wasn’t stopped

by cluttered thoughts,

but urged on

by a whisper.