To a place you've been searching all this time.
For someone to love,
Something to love.
Someone to love you,
Only to realize that you've been searching for yourself all this time.
Love was here all along,
It is in the way your words roll of your tongue with kindness when strangers ask for directions.
It is in the way you pause to hold the door open for someone or smile softly at a child tugging at their parent's sleeve.
It is in the way you notice how your friend's voice sounds a little quieter today,
Or how your favorite tree at the park has started to bloom,
Or how someone's eyes look tired and you ask,
Are you okay?
It's in the small moments that no one sees,
Placing an extra blanket where you know someone might get cold,
Writing a note and slipping it into a bag,
Or singing a birthday song.
Love is in the way you listen,
Really listen,
Without trying to fix or explain.
It is when your presence says,
I see you.
You are the mirror,
And isn't that what love truly is?
A reflection of divinity in all moments that life is made of.
It's just that sometimes we forget that the mirror gathers dust.
In order to see clearly,
We need to clean it.
So pick up the cleaning cloth now and wipe away the dust.
Allow your hand to slide from left to right,
Top to bottom,
As many times as necessary until you see the truth clearly again.
You are love.
Welcome home.