From the mountaintop and my heart

My heart is my blessing and my curse, loving fully, holding nothing back.

I sit on a mountain top, arms outstretched, screaming my pain into the skies.
Wind blowing around and through me, the Universe, she is softly drying my tears.

May this suffering awaken compassion.

Throw away these round shards of glass covering my eyes, which force me to see the world as everyone else sees it, this false reality.  She intended me to be blind, to see only the wholeness of all, without the distraction of imperfection.

A blessing and a curse.

He thanks me for giving him what he asks. There was never a question. It wasn't mine to give.  Love without condition, freely given.  It flows around all, through all, and we merely conduits.

Tears evaporate and return to the sky, pain evaporates and blows across the wild native grasses.  I remember what I am and I am no longer afraid.

I stand, arms outstretched, no longer asking.

I stand and I am the wind.

I stand and I am the sky.

I stand and I am the grass.

I stand and I am.