Forget Your Perfect Offering
Updated From The Archives, With Love
More light, more peace, more grace, more looking up, and out, and at each other.
More tenderness, more listening, more softness, more wisdom.
More awe, more vision, more clarity, more insight, more benevolence that seeks no reward.
More patience, more ease, more depth, more relief, more telling the people you love that you love them.
More ego receding, more soulfulness leading, more laying down of old, useless swords.
More wandering, more dreaming, more quiet, more meaning, more allegiance to the water and the trees and the sky.
More space, more mystery, more magic, more poetry, more secret cabals plotting freedom and joy.
More gestures of gentleness, more glimmers in the darkness, more returning what separated us, more mending of the torn and broken-hearted.
More time to keep trying.
More belonging and remembering who you really are…
You are not the longing or the sorrow or the memory of something better. You are not the things that seem broken or the parts that feel fixed. You are not the grudges you hold. You are not the money you made. You are not what you wanted to achieve or the things that you failed to. You are not the story you told or the one that they told you. You are not the last calendar year of your life any more than the whole sky is what you see if you look up and stare at it right now.
You are where day bleeds into night, where colors run away with your heart leaking a sliver of moonlight. You are a mystery. You are a miracle. You are a proxy to a poet whose work you’ll never see. You are high up, above all the clouds, a place with no end, no beginning, and no name.
You are an echo.
A vibration.
You are all of the love that you gave.









✨Happy New Year✨





Happy New Year, Amanda. Thanks for this beautiful prayer. Love you! ❤️xxoo
Beautiful