for the people who gathered at Kripalu
When someone finds the courage
speak about their hardest moment,
the moment when they learned
they were not in control,
or when someone shares
about the months when all
they could do was lie on the floor
and breathe, then their tears
fall into my heart, infusing me
with the truth I most need to grow.
It is not easy to find such nourishment,
yet there are circles where such trust
is freely given. And who is so brave?
To come, to break open, to honestly
share the most difficult truths?
You are. You are. Today it is you.
Your honesty is the soft rain
that soaks into and softens
the driest, hardest parts of me
helping me fall in love with this life.
It is you, it is you, so open,
so generous, so present, so true.