Breathe, you are alive!
Stillness is not the enemy.
It's the only balm.
It is the spark
That wakes you up.
Remember
who you are.

Who are you?
Are you what you do?
How you perform!
Different acts every hour -
are you brilliant, burning, beautiful?
Or are your fires uncontrolled?
Pulled in every direction,
can you admit you may be tired?
Exhausted, even.

Are you your fears?
Your wants?
Your needs?
Are you the good and bad words
you use to describe yourself?
Some of the time, at least.
Are you your inconsistencies?
Are you afraid to look at yourself,
Afraid to remember?

We make ourselves up,
Put ourselves out there
as works of Art
as entertaining shows
for the world to see
to judge
to notice.
You are a work of art,
but not how you think.
It's in your eyes when you laugh,
when you smile,
when you're angry,
when you cry.

You can't hide it -
it leaks out
it flashes across your face.

Your soul bursts through
in moments of true tenderness
When the empathy just kind of swells
Up from nowhere. From very deep.
You are in there.

Divine.
Why are we so afraid of it?
Why do we try to bury it alive
In schedules and important deadlines
and hurrying?
We have let too much in
Crowded ourselves out
Forgotten our purpose,
Forgotten to show up.

Pause.

Sit with yourself
Sit with a neighbor
Sit with me.
Notice, when you are quiet,
how the Divine
whispers.

Notice all things.

Just
be
in
the
present
for
a
moment.

Remember to
breathe, Love.
You are alive.