Touch

Before I can reach down to press their shoulders,
their bodies are rising up to meet my hands.

Starved.

Deep sighs as soon our skin makes contact.
Hard and icy bodies melting under my hands.
This language spoken only through skin.

Look at you carrying on through the day.
Skin wrapped tight around a fearful heart.
Put it down my friend please.
Put down your weapons.
You can pick it up later,
but for this one moment
put it down.

What is the urgency?
What conclusion are you rushing towards?
Put it down my friend.
Put down your pain.
A conclusion will always be there
for you to arrive at.

For now,
simply be.
Breathe easy.
Feel a little peace.

And as you lay here
coming undone,
I hope you see
that maybe,
it never was
your burden to carry.

~e.i

All is Well

What if,

you lived from the premise that all is in fact well?

That chores will get done
that tummies will be fed,
dogs will be walked,
and bills will get paid,
that all is well.

That there is no need for insecurity.
That you are deeply loved, cherished,
and missed.

And everything you left unsaid
is finally understood.
That anger and grudges will come undone.
Will slip away.
And all is well.

What if you lived from the premise,

That giving in, isn’t the same as giving up.
That you are not your worst moment.
And that instead of falling to the earth,
you decided to let go
and let the earth carry you.
And all is well.

What if you loved from the premise,

That everything takes time,
and time takes everything.

And that you aren’t being asked to be involved.
You’ve been called simply to arrive,
and
to be present.

Because the truth is dear one,
you don’t need much.
Because a whole life
can be lived in one moment.
A whole life can be lived in the space
between
an inhale and an exhale.

So believe me when I say,

All is well dear one.
Right now,
All is well.

~e.i