This Is What We Want

There is something soft inside all of us.

Each doubt, each challenge, each hateful

refusal is met with an opening..

A tender leaf unfurling, always

fresh, always Spring.

And stronger than granite.

There is nowhere to go, but here.

Nothing to meet, but this melting

acceptance.

No use fighting it, for fighting

is helpless, handcuffed, arrested,

against the forces of tenderness.

A delicate smile cracks mountains,

rock shards tumbling into

deep wells of benevolence.

Always embraced, pains

and tears are honored company,

no one rejects the rejecting.

Can't stay here.

Can't leave here.

This is what here is.

Searching for love, we find

love searching.

And that is quite enough.

Crashing into unknown bliss,

peace holds us gently.

Diving into free-fall,

love is pulling out the

bottom.

What we thought we wanted

is a fading ghost.

If tears are shed, all good.

They wash away dusty memories,

and water the bud of now.