When you’re wounded, “too” sensitive, embarrassed, you can be wounded open.
Made strong and sure, yet humble–
so aware of your like-kindedness with other beings.
A real human.
In. Open.
There’s a grace… the grace of knowing, deeply, that
you walk in mystery.
And that that mystery is sweet.
A grace that’s like relief.
You’ve been given the gift of knowing that
running won’t get you there.
You run to feel, and you stop to feel.
Here, you are, and you’ve been graced to Know it.
