The life you love is already here
flawed, broken, desperate, violent
shouting its fears in your face
sobbing itself into stillness.
It is also the tiny daring chirp in the dark before the sun has bled through the night.
You have the capacity to love this tumult, this long walk on shifting Slipping scree.
How do I know? Because I love it
and you are me as you.
We ARE life— the divine and the human— unfettered and out of control and scared to the very edge of death. Still
we call to each other in the dark. We dare a song before there is any cause for it.
The life you love is already here.
Photo by Benjamin Balázs