the whole of me

The me that you see is not the whole of me
I’m looking out through these eyes
longing for a wider view
longing to be viewed

to be seen
for all you are
good, bad, misguided, enlightened, lifted and low
there is no greater high

look into my eyes
see the me in here
peeling off, layer by layer
becoming a furless horse
more real than ever

this cocoon is cozy
a safe nest
hiding place, nursery, rich soup of growth
the time has come
stretching my wings

time to fly home to me

 

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2 Responses to the whole of me

  1. CK says:

    To be seen, accepted, loved in our entirety, yes.

    thank you, CK — the other CK 😉 — Yeah, it means a lot. It means everything, actually, and I know you have a grounded experience in what it means to be seen and appreciated. This is the ultimate goal of life I think, to be ourselves in our entirety, to love ourselves fully and to be loved exactly as we are… K

  2. Oregon Girl says:

    I see you. I see you and you are beautiful.

    You do see me. You see me and I am inspired to be more myself every day because of the way you see and celebrate and love me. Thank you, my sweetheart –

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