heaven.

there are stars by the billions just outside my window.

how small can i feel?

with that expanse at my fingertips.

with those piercing pins of light peeking through mere panes of glass.

with a distance that presses down on my heart.

there is a vase of full and fat bodied roses at my side.

how held can i feel?

with their petals begging for a touch.

with the soft glow of light kissing on their color.

with a closeness of scent waking my soul.

so in the middle i sit. perched on the balance point between small and large, the mystery and the familiar, time and space and life and dying all in this moment.

and of course, love.

the distant light that holds wishes of masses (and mine). the stars that lend a little hope to the darkest nights. the night that remembers....

the velvet touch,

the unfolding and unfurling,

the opening of that place that used to hold tight.

i'm letting go.

stars. come on in.

petals. open up.

i'm ready.

so it is.