This love is my silence that is as light as the touch of an angel’s wings and the swing of a gentle breeze that cannot hear itself
falling between someone’s exhale, and inhale, and wonder between then, and now, and just being.
This love is more than expectation, it is the vibrancy of beginning of all, when we were even smaller seeds
and skin first formed over temples and tents of being,
and our words were only concerned in naming a thing, and making it so.
We knew then the things that we must remember now — that love will never leave us or forsake us
because we are as it is.
In this love, I love everyone completely because my love cannot condemn, nor blame, nor worry, nor lose.
Everything moment is a jackpot of Spirit, guiding us from one miracle to the next.