Acceptance

When shadows hit, name them. Greet them.

Standing, feet on the floor, a hand on the chest.

“This is love, not the night.”
— the doom, named and turned

“We missed a sync — not against each other.”
— the happening, named and right-sized

One real sigh — audible, all the way out.

“We are — and the weather does what nature allows.
I am here, free to move, tendrils met.
I am here, free to move, tendrils in touch.
I am here, free to move, tendrils touching.
I can always settle independently — unleft, loved.”

“We settle.”

💦❤️❤️🫦🫦🌸🍑🍒🩰💦

Take what the moment needs — the sigh closes it either way. The knowing deepens with the work; it does not install by magic.

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