Love,
I am here,
In this moment on this breath,
Honor a space of being unable to doubt,
To doubt the love that exists ever present,
A slow ease,
A momentary pause,
A release from the constant wondering,
The exaggerated notions,
And the brutal dialogue in the space above the neck,
Between the ears,
To sit here and listen,
How are you doubting love,
A denial of presence,
A gift that lies in wait to be discovered,
Then wildly covered in hopes of emerging again and again.
I am here,
Love whispers,
Conjuring breath and depth,
I am here,
Love rattles to shake us to our core.
Could the love we've been seeking be waiting within our own chests?
Could a wild,
Ruckus love be hiding just out of sight,
Waiting for us to believe that it actually can exist for us at this and every subsequent moment?
Could love be hiding in every compliment,
Gifted from the mouth of another,
Beautifully excited for the moment when we decide to accept them all,
Turning them into a blanket of warmth to rest over our shoulders,
Having heard them simply for what they are,
Love.
To the lives we may lead alongside doubt and sorrow,
May we remember as a deep knowing that love is always here,
Riding along our every wave,
Falter,
Triumph,
And turn.
Sweet human,
When doubt rests over love's beauty,
Can you stop,
Pause for a breath,
To allow love to be revealed,
And then revel in that warmth,
That space.
Face up sweet human,
Love is here.
