i see the worlds warring
justice and oppression going toe to toe
i want to speak
but all i can do is find my place
and be there
i find my center
it is warm and rich
welcoming and hospitable
my silence speaks for itself
my will to fight is gone
i sit in my corner
loved and loving
those who cannot give or receive
make themselves known
and i release them
i am the lover and i am the beloved
what a blessed assurance
Its a beautiful thing to go into ones center and find that warm center in which you willing and freely give to others, funny how pain is what brings you to that center… As if you have to get cracked in order for some of it to leak out and you to remember its still there… and not just for others, but for you.