I need to write this down.
I need to hold this like I would a small soft thing,
Fragile and precious and God given.
I need to walk with it in the forefront of my mind
This gorgeous warmth, and acceptance,
This break from the mind to know oneness
That exists when I stop reasoning.
It's in reasoning I fear.
What already exists, what is there to be had -
I am listening to you.
I will sit in my soul and know
What is in your eyes, is in mine.
When I look to me,
I recognize you -
It is not a need,
It is not something to hold onto,
It is not even ours -
*Love is a tree that grew, and we are the shade.
I will be it's shade.
Strong on our own.
It will grow.
Our own goals will renew this.
Here is what I now know:
Realities need not discourage,
When all there is
Is my part
And that is enough.
* From Rumi's The Intellectual is Always Showing Off