There will be this arm that comes around you, 

 and everything underneath it will feel like home.  

There will be this leg that comes out from under you, on your favorite trail, 

 at your favorite time of day,  

And you will be scared, 


But you will realize that love has nothing to do with your face.  

And the drop of water, that is you, will become the sea.  

’He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’. 

                              Emily Brontë, ‘Wuthering Heights’ 

It is ok that you couldn’t catch yourself this time. 

What was meant to catch you, did. 

How beautiful the drops of water, how beautiful, my love, the sea. 


Happy meditating, 


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