The winding path

The fight in my head and pain in my heart are equally paralyzing. 

Have you found that narrow winding path that takes you to that place of peace where you just feel good about yourself.

Where you feel the deep pleasure of being fully loved and seen as you are.

When your inner hunger of love is fed and you can look at yourself in the mirror and say "you're so loved, sweetie" and you know it deeply in every cell.

I have found some features for that winding path.

On the edge of the cliffs of silence and the waves of quiet crashing into your soul, that stands alone and bare.

The posture of held out open fragile hands and widely spread weary arms.

That humble open mind that says "here I am, waiting" and that heart full of yearning to be seen, as broken and bruised and as beautiful at the same time.

I am seeking that path in the dead of night.

When the starry skies are just a dream and the thunder rumbles on the far.

Seeking I stand and know, the search is not so much about finding but about being found.

And the beauty flows out of the hunger itself.

Desire to connect, to fully love while being held.

P.S. Photo credit to my beautiful friend Katia 💕