That we have built for ourselves
A society that is all about straight lines
Hard surfaces, edges and corners
All is linear
And everything has an expiration date
Even people
We act without weighing the consequences
Then we panic, and run crying
When our Mother
Does simply what is natural
She cannot do otherwise
She will continue
Some haven't forgotten, though
The joy found in softness
When falling rain renews your spirit
The graceful soft bend of blades of grass
And how they feel between your toes
The flutter of eyelashes
A loved one's hand
The grace found in being deliberate
Even....slow!!!
The wisdom of experience
Leaving space, and not filling it
Loving your body
Accepting and treasuring it
The transformation that comes
When your heart breaks
And you allow that
When you allow love to simply be
To change shape
From what you wanted it to be
To what is
And you are forever altered
Really seeing people
Falling for what they are
Knowing the sacred everywhere
Going deep within
Even to the dark places
Finding no demons there
Simply yourself...and The Beloved
Wrapped in endless love
Never alone
Yes
There is softness
There are curves
And sweet scented valleys
Places where thoughts
Are instant creation
And you are never homesick
Because you are seen and loved
For everything that you are
That place
The soft place
It's here now
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