Is release, no matter the distance crossed nor intensity of emotion timelessly held in knotted muscles and tortured mind.
Forgiveness, an answer to the hurt and desperate self protection. The binding thread of grief unwound, my heart no longer aches with the cruel absence of possibility, now, untethered from hope, the bright fullness of being blossoms into a new story yet to be lived.
In stubborn resistance I was hidden from myself, a necessary refusal of pain too great to bear. Thinning now, the veil of illusion gradually dissolving releases from within the eternal moment of self, now, only becoming.
Becoming forgiveness, becoming nothing, no thing but stillness and movement, at once reaching inward to the well of my Soul and outward, untrammelled, falling, once more falling in love with the gentle, unavoidable pain of being.
In graceful acceptance, I fall toward peace, I fall toward God.