As this frail shadow fades in the setting sun, I am reminded once more of what was long ago forgotten. It is a realization of such enduring wisdom that all wounds are immediately healed. My lungs swell with the welcoming scent of home, and I float effortlessly unbounded beyond the known. Arms spread as wide as the smile upon my face, my humbled heart flutters from this experience of holding you holding me.
I am not separate from love but am an expression of it. The alluring illusion of “two” wrecks such havoc, yet were it not for despair, I would have never come to know the true meaning of grace and compassion. It was the depth of heartache that made me a paradoxical blend of strength and softness, and as this frail shadow fades in the setting sun, oceans are made sweeter with my grateful tears.