Touch it to Your Lips

 Sometimes songs are that quiet on the outside.

Start right here, right now. 

The texture on the top unfurling layer of your rhythmic heart is the first petal, utterly available. Generous.

Take a whiff. Touch it to your lips.

Tender on the top? This is only the beginning.

This home beckons you. Here. Now.

This home, with no floors or doors or walls or windows.

This home, swept with breath, momentary

Enduring change

In service of a love affair greater than the heart,

Identify with nothing for once, 

And let the moment grow to meet you where you are

Even words never lived up to are psalms for fathomless joy.

The greatest love letter could heal the world if the world were to need it. 

We have our lives. May this be enough.

Human, together.

Lift the lid long enough to let the words seep out…

Then, keep going.