Hakone, Japan.
Only in Japan
The best part about falling in
Love
Is when everything and everywhere and
All others cease to be
Visible.
The pain and whippings and self-flagellation our minds can inflict on our own selves is greater than any mountain we dare to conjure up.
At times like these, when our suffering is deep and sore and painful, it is wise to acknowledge our own lack of mercy and rather instead, to wrap our selves in love.
Because we were created. We were hand-crafted.
And while we still breath, we are life.
A whole moon rose to stand watch over a scuttling earth. Ants and people breathed the same air and made the same mistakes of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The timeless guard beamed down its light and exposed the nakedness of life – a vulnerability so fragile and delicate against a ticking clock of time.
Your lips taunt me right throughout the day
Your eyes seep unto me I cannot look away
I tie my hands so they do not go astray
For I see your face and hear your voice
And in your presence I can deny no more
No more than even my very next breath
For I dream of you
My cravings are insatiable
You have power over me.
There is no more left to say
It was only through loving you that I learnt to love myself.
It was only through giving all that I had that I learnt to take in return.
It was only by accepting what you had to give that I learnt to say thank you.
It was only.
And it still is.
It is still.
You.
Surprise chocolates on my desk for International Women’s Day!
I hold my pain as a soft, vulnerable gift and allow it to be. For everything that I am and everything I have ever been is as delicate as a bubble that has been crafted with the most extraordinary care that allows it to be, and for all of my shortcomings and failures, there is victory too, and with every breath that I take, I simply am.
Poems and Petals 