Riding the train at 2am
And I’m struck by the beauty of our hands
This is what love looks like
Our love
The beginning and end
Of black and white
The beginning of something
Felt deeply right
In our bones
This man’s soul
Looks like my soul
There’s a sort of
Coming home
Happening
A sort of
Discovering wholeness
Happening
And all I can think is:
Look at our beautiful hands?
This man. I’m so in love with
This man.
©2014 Melissa Simonson
Let life crack me open
So that the truth leaks out
Like liquid light…transforming
The darkness
Let me be filled up to the brim
With more than I can handle
So that I may discover that I am
Limitless
That love is limitless
There are no hurts too big
No joys too messy
To mess with the heart of me
The bones of me
My soul
Use me
Challenge me
Stretch me
Grow me
So that I might fully
Know the gift
Of my life.
There is something so sexy about the sacred
being
all in
naked
open
exposed
seen and fully known
I want to be drenched in the mess of discovery
to be with you
to be with all that brings you alive
to be touched
by your light
to mingle with
the divine
in your wild eyes
this passion lives in everyone.
it’s what I live for–
to ignite hearts and minds
and to find
the soul beneath
the pretty paper
to drink in the sacred
beneath
the surface of
your sweet skin.
©2014 Melissa Simonson
There is this deeply sacred part of me
who is emerging. blossoming.
becoming
loose. unleashed.
there is surrender here. vulnerability.
there is a tenderness birthing herself
warm and free.
all that I feel is magic.
the beauty that is all of me.
I am in wonder. I am in awe.
and I am
fiercely.
ardently.
zealously.
in love.
©2014 Melissa Simonson
Life has this way of loving me, of loving you
with every opportunity, every pain point,
with every struggle, every truth
Love lives in the dark places and the light
In the magic and the routine
In the order and the mess
Love IS the miracle that we seek
The clarity, the confidence
In the moments that we wonder,
am I the only one? Am I all alone?
We have only to soften, to open, to allow
We are, at any moment, in the presence of blessing,
surrounded by love. If we choose to see it,
wonder is all that’s left.
It’s all that there is.
©2014 Melissa Simonson