All of me.

Becoming one.
Countless exchanges of purpose -
the passing of lessons and heart holding moments that teach us what makes sense.
What's important?
How we like to be.
How we like to love.
What feels good?
How we slowly discover...
Some teach us spirituality.
Some teach us friendship.
Some teach us sexuality.
Some teach us addiction or abuse.
Some teach us gentle touch.
Some teach us patience.
Some teach us laughter.
Some teach us what it's like to speak up and draw the line.
What impression do we want to leave?
It's a choice.
Do we want to leave a taste of humble?
A taste of acidic overtones?
A taste of complexity?
A taste of blatant surrender?
Here's my two cents.
We can not choose incorrectly as long as we own it.
We can not mess up if the splats we splat reveal trust.
Try it.
Fall.
Try it.
Fall.
Then one day,
we can not fall into the same hurtful darkness.
The only darkness we will find holds us
as we weep in pain while letting go.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Do not give up on what peace may mean for you.
It's out there.
It may take many falls to get there,
but it is waiting.
A promise of loving kindness prevails.