We are Here to Be Love
Doesn’t mean we act always in accordance with Love
(yes, we are a contradiction, “we contain multitudes”)
It means we always come back to Love.
And so,
we stray.
And that’s okay.
Perfectly, messily, humanly okay.
That is the work.
The straying a gift,
An invitation to return.
And in the return –
a reclamation, a renewal of vows,
more claimed by Love than before.
How gallant and gritty, how full of grace are we
to keep delivering ourselves
again and again and tirelessly again
Returning, always once more,
to Love.
And the more times we return to a place,
the more it becomes our Home.
Happy Straying, Wanderers.
Happy Returning, Lovebirds
Lyss š
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