To know me

Tonight I look at myself.

Not in a mirror, or even in the reflection in my window, but in the space I take up, in the thoughts I think, the curiosity that drives me, the imagination that fuels me, the anger that pulls me down and the joy the allows me to expand.

I see a me as distinct as any great canvas painted by any master in the world. This body I live in is only a tool to help me learn the great lessons that must then supersede it.

The arms that want to hug and hold are my first baby steps to loving.

The need to be loved is only a precursor to knowing how to love because that is the real LOVE.  The freedom to embrace what is without wanting to own it or alter it, but simply to adore it -- is a difficult concept.

Tonight I have a moment of eternity in a breath that sets me free long enough to appreciate how incomprehensible this thing called life is.

A glimpse of something so immense, so awe filled, so perfectly imperfect that I don't even have the words to describe it.

Tonight I am so much more than blood pressure and sugar and muscle and bone and this is a part of me I want to know better.