When embodied love leaves your grip
And the fear that was always underneath the vulnerability of opening feels like too much
I can be still.
With an upturned crescent moon in the early morning sky
And flashes of lightning illuminating the dark just before dawn
I can exhale.
A heart aching with the death of what was born
And a brain biased towards survival
I can practice not leaving myself dismembered as a plight from the unavoidable pain.
Rains cleanse and thunder grumbles what is still unaccessible
And there is a moment of freedom
I choose not to miss.
It may be easier to condemn
And yet there are the causes and conditions of all things
I may remember.
Mistook my beloved as home
And now I feel homeless
I can surrender.