My tears were once waterfalls,
rivers, estuaries, even rip tides
during the deepest depths of heartbreak,
yet somehow, the fabric of Love
kept me from completely dissolving
kept me from being pulled under for too long,
my longing for life and love stronger than
pain and sorrow, which, though so immense,
was only temporary each time my path
led me back through that sad old road,
every experience always bringing me
back to the Light.
Now my tears flow more often
for joy than for
pain or sorrow,
or out of compassion
for any living being suffering.
My heart is open now, and radiant.
Forgiveness has softened me,
teaching me the lessons of letting go,
showing me my strength where I once
thought I had none. It takes strength
and courage to forgive. And it also
takes recognizing the other is always you.
We are one and the same, regardless
of the billions of unique faces we peek
out at the world with.
And through our waterfalls of
cleansing tears, we release the old
paradigm and lift each other up, in
each and every way we can.
It also takes courage to let those
waterfalls of tears flow.
© Kamea Moonmaiden
Aka Kari Velasquez