the garden of the beloved

when the games come to a stop
and all attempts at defense or attack
are surrendered to the fire of love’s openness
there is such a sweet nakedness
we are revealed in our essence
as though we were once again
in the garden itself
innocent and unashamed
just being our true selves

that sweetness is worth everything
it is grace, beauty, depth and joy
it is not found through seeking
but through falling into the unknown
over and over again.

 

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