There once was a soul who
loved her life so much
she wanted to hold onto it.
The Beloved said, “Of course,
whatever you want.”
And so she held tightly to her house
with its white shutters
with his pleading brown eyes
and her parents
who cherished her.
But soon the house needed new windows
her work became stale
and her dog and parents passed away.
Her heart ached
so that she walked on her knees,
too weary to stand.
The Beloved said,
“When you hold tightly to beauty
you also hold tight to pain.
“Instead, dear one
Love Me. . .
“Love me like you loved your childhood bicycle
and your cat who ran up the chimney.
“Love me in such a way
that we talk together every moment,
even over little things
like Himalayan salt in the grinder.
“Love me in the shower
and between the sheets,
and as you eat ice cream
“Love me as you speak to that soul
who sends chills up your spine.
“And that neighbor with chapped lips
who yells at you.
“Caress me as the sea does the shore.
“Shine my light as the moon does the sun’s.
“Breathe my breath as the canyon does the wind’s.
“Love me and your heart will never ache.
and you love your Self.”