Midnight Messages
To be loved is to be seen.
I've been out nightswimming and trying not to breathe, but nature called and I couldn't resist the little things that pull you under—filling life with joy and wonder.
I've been reading dancing and writing in the sanskrit of dreams.
So I’ll end this the way I hope you end your days—
quietly, without needing to explain yourself to anyone.
If the night feels heavy, let it be.
If the water is cold, step in anyway.
There is no prize for holding your breath longer than you should.
Standing here at the edge of existence,
basking in the gossamer filaments of
being alive and feeling it all.
I see you.
Not the version you offer the world,
but the one who moves slowly when no one is watching,
who listens with her whole body,
who knows exactly how much to give.
A visage un-shrouded—a blossom in bloom.
I love you in that private way—
the way that doesn’t reach,
doesn’t take,
but stays close enough to feel the heat.
Thank you for the music.
For the nights that linger on my skin.
For trusting me with what you don’t say out loud.
When you follow the river,
think of me standing at the edge,
bathed with light,
seamless and present,
heart very much awake—
wanting nothing more
than for you to feel held,
exactly as you are.
Words of power wash over and down,
Then through you.
And I witness as respiration freezes,
Tension of breath held—
Energy stayed, learning the shape and presense
Of us both.
Felt, but unseen.
Unreleased.
Remember to breathe—the air
already thin at this altitude,
will supercharge your heart.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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