I see you, soulful one.
As if you are not really ‘doing’ anything.
the pain, the fear.
Digging the foundations of your loving presence
Deeper and wider.
Not looking away from the darkness,
not pretending to understand.
I see you, stretching beyond easy answers,
the mind-shutting rights and wrongs.
I see you stumbling on shaky legs.
Fumbling through the unknown
to find a truer home.
The years of practice
so you can just hold space.
as a ballerina just dances,
as a soprano just sings,
as a maestro just plays.
so you can just hold space
for love. – Unknown –
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
