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.