I let myself sit on my cushion.
I let myself feel the vast depth of my need for people.
I let myself feel the joy of not being afraid of my need.
I am aligned with this joy.
No longer am I armored.
I am like the moist slug resting on a leaf,
with no shell to protect,
glistening and utterly vulnerable to the world.
The wetness of my vulnerable heart…needing love.
Now I know I can be with you in your need,
because I am Love in this moment.
I feel its power and its pull.
You too will find, within your grief and need, this love
that holds your utter vulnerability.
Then you’ll know how to be with me.
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.