Dear One –
– you will never be more at home
than in the ceaseless energy
of your body’s wild word
– you will never know purer peace
than in your blessed breathtide
– you will never find more happiness
than in this miracle-moment
– you will never find truer love
than in your own forgiving embrace
– you will never be more creative
than when you disappear
– you will never know life’s purpose
outside of simply living it
– you will never be more free
than before you contemplated freedom
– you will never be more awake
than within the quiet murmur
of your soft, animal, secret senses
– you will never find your self
apart from your changeless
inescapable
light of being
miriam louisa