Loving is not by choice
It just is
Process of being.
Process of life.

Sometimes I can choose to not fall
To not flow
As hard and fast as I might
By simply trusting that
All will be loved
And it is not always me to be that lover.

I remember when every witnessing of beauty or aching loneliness
Filled me with that particular pressure.

Sometimes, falling tears through me
Breaks the banks
I am rendered by its might
And open fully wide, trusting
All is being loved
That moment I am grateful lover.

Unrequited love gave me the tenderest gift
Of surrender to love rather than permission to.

Hafiz Says:

“Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so tender.

My need of God

Any need of God
I witness in myself
Is my need for permission
To let this most delicate, deep and devine Love
Tear through
Break my banks.

Love’s fathomless surrender
Is this might.


Asking for surrender
Is like asking for freedom ❤