In the movement of life
it was pure
the wave of love
raising the field into a calm
fearless
and widely inviting all of it
even the hurt and harm
melting it into a soft surrender
tumbling away from the pain
to a gentle colliding
and to meet with the stars again
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To love beyond
To ground
To love is more
The beauty we are
the life we contain
the blessing we carry
the tenderness we possess
the wonder we hold
the joy
the divine
the sacred
the love
let us wear it on our sleeves
for us to remember
and forget what is not
as a reminder
tattooed through the bones
that
to love
is more
than to live or die
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