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Love Arrives...

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.


Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.


We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.


This is Maya Angelou's Touched by an Angel. It's been on my mind for some weeks after the brilliant meditation teacher, Elizabeth Pyjov, shared it.


As a new month begins, I hope that you feel that love has indeed left its high holy temple to find you, to liberate you, to remind you that you're not alone. May you see, smell, taste, hear and touch love. May the rain on your skin be love. May the breeze on a warm day be love. May every meal be love. May it all be love.

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