The Fear, The Fullness, The Flower.

A high that’s humbling.

Who ever told you

it was not okay,

to let life seep,

into your veins,

to get drenched in the rain,

and every other state?

And so,

I dare to feel it all.

I dare,

to lose my fear

to the Fullness.

Feel each breath,

like it is a gracious gift,

granted to you from the unknown.

Not yours to keep.

Not yours to know.

Meet each sensation,

thought,

emotion,

as if it is sacred.

A dance between you and the infinite.

A symphony,

with oh so many layers.

Can you hear it?

I watch as the yellow within me

transitions

orange

then red

then grey 

How they begin to intermix,

how sweet it all is,

when I meet it like this.

Something within me says:

Tread lightly,

yet purposefully.

Open your palms out gently.

Let it all in.

But,

careful,

my dear.

For,

you must not cling.

And so,

I hold life like I would a flower,

If I truly loved her as I so often claim,

I would not claim her at all.

I would let her grow

in soil that she was once submerged under.

I stand in respect and reverence,

knowing something so beautiful,

could not be contained.

Knowing,

that neither

flower,

nor I,

could be,

righteously,

sripped from our wild.