"How are you?" he asks, and I respond,
"I Am." The two-dimensionality of words could never quite encapsulate me, in this moment now. Yet, I'm expected to try every time we meet.
I AM.
What's beecome abundantly clear is that I am successful beeyond my wildest dreams.
Every day is something new; a person who needs my attention. Together, we walk, arm in arm.
Sometimes, we drive to visit another in the hospital. Other times, I bear witness as a wounded
warrior lay thrashing about - the dis-ease bee-ing exorcised from his body. Most of the time, I hug and I kiss and I say, "I LOVE YOU."
There's nothing more.
My success is measured not in those who return my affection, but in my willingness to continually offer my LOVE - even when it is rejected, denied or simply not met. No longer clinging to a specific reflection, I surrender into where ever the energy is returned. I receive.
YES!
There's nothing more.
