Sunday, April 11
I had dinner with an older indian gentleman the other day. we were talking about yoga, meditation, spiritual power. he said that he hoped to be self-realized so he wouldn't come back to this earth.
i would come back.
for just one kiss.
even if that kiss ended up breaking my heart.
for just one magical kiss i would do it all again.
i don't think that's attachment.
i think that's loving my life.
after all, it's all i truly know i have
in the present moment.
and my broken heart always opens so pinkly, so softly
and i taste my tears on my tongue
and feel very much alive
it's the cracks in my heart that let the love in
for the sweet and the bittersweet
for the love of redemption
we humans walk where angels fear to tread