it’s between letting go
and holding on
that a lifetime lies
in breathing spaces
the in- betweens
breaking free of cloistering
chasing fresh air
love sits delicately
‘grow’, she says
‘each to his own
yet together
far away
yet so close
so dissimilar
yet so familiar
prosper in open spaces
foster wisdom and courage
nurture self and the selflessness
argue, debate, shout in polite tones
express, exhibit, emerge
stronger
more beautiful somehow
as trees do in the forest
as petals in a flower
as branches in a tree
separate yet together’.
‘so be it’, the universe said.
PS: the beauty of self hood