when i sleep next to a good man, his hand on any part of me in combination with delectable weight,
sends me to what some call bliss or enlightenment. perhaps it's just someone reaching for you in the morning
that's the feeling that gives the self-smile.
hands and weight and breath and a feeling you can enjoy without having to believe in anything at all.
the shelter i find the in the hearts of my dearest girlfriends and sisters. knowing without thinking and sharing without explanation. contact without touch. glances and laughter that make whale songs pause and remix.
but i get it now...
i'm all of these things.
i reach no longer
i find love
laugh to myself
because i've been getting affirmation
that maybe it's just right to risk ourselves,
love ourselves
so we can dole it out more.
i walk around. i pay attention. and i could do just this
forever.
when i was a kid i just felt ready to go...to move on...
i've stayed longer than i imagined was right.
i suppose i'll just keep going.
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vulnerability and strength
"... all that is real is paradoxical... On the one hand you feel vulnerable, on the other hand you feel strong-- that means a moment of truth has arrived. On the one hand you feel you don't know anything, on the other hand you feel you know all-- a moment of truth has arrived.
On the one hand you always feel one aspect, and on the other hand the exact opposite aspect, and when you have both these aspects together, always remember that something true is very close by."
-Osho
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