If you knew me
you would brush away my weeping
with a thousand gentle touches
as weightless as a
cooling breeze,
soft as purest light,
silent as a dark
night’s moonbeam.
If you knew me,
your heart would know
that you are my healing,
you are my sacred self,
you are the Belovéd.

8th of July 2020

Written from the inspiration of the mysterious nature of life and love.
When we think, say, or write something of tenderness, who are we truly writing this for or about? Perhaps it is about ourselves? Perhaps I am the ‘Belovéd here?
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