Feeling open.

A raw exposure.

Not safe

to feel this openness.

Sadness here.

And still. Open.

Confined.

A box

that demands to know.

Not knowing.

Open.

Angry.

Clinging to control.

Open.

Openness

bound to sorrow.

Bound to confinement.

Bound to anger.

The charge is here.

The weight is here.

The echo. From long ago.

Can't find the words.

Can't find the step.

Frozen here.

Stalling.

The loop repeats.

Waiting.

Circling.

Reaching for anything

before feeling this.

What is ready to be felt?

Safe to open.

Soft as a whisper.

Untested.

Undefended.

Holding.

Not anymore.

Decide.

Because when the words come,

the body upholds them.

The whole body knows.

Decide.

Decide again.

Safety includes the storm.

The center holds.

Beyond safety. Preferable now.

A new question

asked from higher ground.

Trust.

Every drop of this experience.

Mine.

Every desire ever wished for.

Here.

Weaving.

Relishing.

No fantasy to chase.

Only what is true

to spin.

True.

Or maybe not.

Be generous with allowing.

Allegiance

to pain

dissolving.

Alliance to explanations

evaporating.

Apologies. Niceties. Obsessions.

Deliberations. Judgments.

Fading

into obscurity.

Carry what is mine.

Return what is not.

Quietly.

Faithfully.

What feels true when open?

What tempts the whole heart

to let go?

What will be carried forward?

Safe to open.

Soft as a whisper.

Untested.

Undefended.

Holding.

Not anymore.

Decide.

Because when the words come,

the body upholds them.

The whole body knows.

Decide.

Decide again.

Safety includes the storm.

The center holds.

Beyond safety. Preferable now.

Resolve.

A new question

asked from higher ground.

How will this be carried?

A new hypothesis.

Trust.

Trust.

Safe to open.

Again.

The cup fills

from the inside.

Generosity

begins here.