My dark honors my light,
My light honors my dark
And we come together
To mend,
To merge,
To heal,
To love.
I am one; whole.
I am.
I am one; love.
I am.
My dark honors my light,
My light honors my dark
And we come together
To mend,
To merge,
To heal,
To love.
I am one; whole.
I am.
I am one; love.
I am.
If we could see and recognize
How often
Humans cry in solitude
We would be much gentler in
Our approach;
Much kinder in our remarks.
Acknowledge, honor and heal.
We cannot change the past
But we certainly can make sure we send nothing but love
Into the future.
We can refuse to continue throwing
Hate and anger into the future for the children to clean up.
We are here and we are now.
We are not living anyones life but our own.
We are here and now.
What can we do in the here and now to love?
Forgive. Honor. Cherish. Listen.
We can refuse to throw debris and the weight of hate forward into little hearts and hands
To catch.
We lay it down here.
We let it go now
So they may be free;
Have room to
Hold, love, carry and help.
Enough
Is enough.
Accept we are enough and they too are enough.
Love is enough.
Loving hearts, loving minds and loving actions.
I choose to
Arise each morning and live.
To stretch and breathe and love,
In honor
Not only of myself and loved ones
But
To honor those who are no longer with us.
Honor each soul.
Release your grasp on who you think they should be and
Set yourself free.
Set them free.
Trauma
Hides in your body
unknowingly swallowed
And it finds some cozy,
Safe place to hide
A muscle or tendon
And you
Think you have gotten
Under
Or over
It,
But
You neglected the hardest part,
Going through the depths of yourself to purge it.
Find it there
Gather it up and hold it there
In love
In patience.
The tension has been there long
Allow it to be.
These parts of you long for love.
Set yourself free and gaze into yourself
Allowing your love to soften and release
Into the stillness,
One at a time,
Each piece that has planted itself in you out of fear.
And honor your path to healing
For it is yours alone.
You can never truly tell
What is in a persons
Heart or mind.
So ask them
Then honor them by listening to
Their reply.
Vulnerability.
The stark beauty in the moment
A soul lets their guard down.
And there
Is the naked heart
In all its
Precious grace.
To be held in honor
By us,
The keepers of love
For each other
As we are meant to be.
All is silent in the aftermath.
All that is given can readily be taken away
Just as in life and death
To those that hold no honor
In their heart
For the soul of another.