Just know that you are the master of the singing bowl, the viscous ripples in the air, the temple in the clouds and mist. Know you are the heart that leads the way, the swan who dives, the moon in May.
Just know you are the artist, the canvas, the muse. Know you are the bomb, the flame, the fuse. Know you are the axis of an exchange between many sides of Self, the sides being at times parallel and at times perpendicular.
Please be contemplative and not complacent. Please don’t fall back into old ways unless the old ways are better – in that case, return to the Old Ways. Please don’t descend upon new things in too much of a hurry. Consider, savor, examine, turn things over and over until you have tired of the contents of your mind and it’s time to empty it and practice letting go.
Just know you could set everything aside and transmit love, broadcast joy, illuminate. Just know that I love you the way I love the lumbering grace of knowledgeable bears, the way sunflowers turn their heads, the way cats land on their feet. Just know I love you the way I loved the world when it broke open in me, and I broke open in it, and we turned in on ourselves and became tangled up in all the phosphorescent splendor and all the damage done.
Just know it’s only fear that comes with change and rattles your life to its outermost edge, even as courage comes with its broad brushstroke and wakes all that is sleeping.