What if…
What if the beat of my heart
Was enough
What if the air dancing in and out of my body
Was enough
What if my chest and belly
Rising and falling
Was enough
What if the current of blood riding through my veins
Was enough
What if gravity swaddling me close to the earth
Was enough
What if the sun rising and falling
The moon waxing and waning
The ocean undulating
The stars glistening
The flowers blooming and dying
Were all enough
What if the songs of the birds
The whispering of the trees
The heat of the desert
The iciness of a freezing cold day
The touch of the breeze against my cheek
Were all enough
What if my consciousness
Was enough
What if my existence
Was enough
What if the present
Was enough
What if all the twists and turns that have brought me here were enough
What if all the life that has shaped me
All the shortcomings
All the grief and tenderness
All the beauty
The desire
And the mystery
Were enough
What if my dreams unfulfilled
Accomplishments unachieved
Stories unfinished
Desires never satiated
Perfection never grasped
Finish lines never reached
Were all enough
What if instead
I awoke to dreams fulfilled and unrealized
What if I awoke
To achievements
Beauty
And perfection
Alive but unseen
What if I am enough
Just as I am
What if my life is enough
Just as it is
What if my loved ones are enough
Just as they are
What if my circumstances are enough
Just as they've been
What if I just let go
Of what I thought
Everything
Was supposed to be
What if I just let go
Of what I thought I ached for and needed
What if I didn’t need to be where I thought I had to go
And what if
It was all enough
Just as it is
What if when I let go
Of all my preconceived ideas
The fog lifted
What if I saw everything I longed for
Alive in a much deeper place than I was looking
Right here waiting for me to see
In my breath
In my presence
In my heart
In my desire
In my longing
In my heart
In my body
What if
What if
What if
What if the longing
What if the dreaming
What if the striving
Were the colors of a masterpiece
The notes of a symphony
The steps of a dance
What if they are the divine beauty
That doesn't need to be anything other
Than just that
What if the act of creation was the masterpiece
Disintegrating the imagined completion
The imagined destination
The assumed idea
And the ungraspable future and past
What if your dreams
Your desires
Your longings
And the beckoning in your bones for more
Could simply be
And what if
You could let go of your grasp
And your conditions
And awaken to the dream that is playing out
Right here
Right now
And what if
What if
It was all
Enough
What if it is
All enough
Just
As
It
Is
With Marigold Love,
Abby
