I choose to believe in divinity.
And I choose a practice of seeing grace in the faces of humankind.
In this moment I recognize the power of this vulnerable choice.
A reflection of this seeing in the man I say YES to.
Surrender of layers long worn, dissolution of armor
as one human holds another with both strength and incredible gentleness.
Fear so delicately woven into tissues
placed perfectly to create stories,
and lifetimes and perpetuation of separateness.
It is in hands pulsing with sacred heart,
relinquishing labels or merit,
that I can forgive the doubt of my own desires.
Being heard by ears that listen
allows the pain of tales to flow
with Nature’s perfect sequence.
This sensational body of energy, of elements
can often be found brawling,
resisting with bared teeth and wild hair.
Yet sometimes you will find me whirling
with Holiness when I have been touched just so
and there is nothing more to fight about.