Rising as Love

I am sharing what a dear, dear friend of mine shared with me when I was moving through the darkness  which at the time, rested sweetly in my soul.  

May it resonate and be the balm that is needed. 

A poem by Fred LaMotte

Breath out everything you are against. 
Surrender the argument. 
For just an instant, be nothing in the gentle palm of desolation between breaths. 
Inhalation, exhalation, wings of unknowing that brush up your spine, ringing each vertebra like a bell-full of night. 
If your heart is broken, it must have opened during the darkest hour before dawn. 
and what opens is a door. 
A friend must have touched you there while sleeping. 
Enter the wound. 
This healing pain, this flower surge of yearning in your sternum. 
There is no other way to the darkness that illuminates the sun but wonder free from thought. 
It only takes a moment to turn each cell in your body to a chalice of golden fire. 

With the deepest of love,
Amanda x