Imaginary Peace
from here
Imagine peace.
Stay with me a while.
Imagine children feeling loved by their parents.
Loved by their sisters and brothers.
Truly seen
and not made the reason for another's pain.
valued
appreciated
loved
Imagine this and all that becomes possible,
when we love each other from a place of having been loved enough.
How we return to the ground and move slowly,
allowing our wounds to heal,
with companionship in this tender terrain.
Who am I now, loved enough?
Imaginary peace is my real peace,
of mind, heart, and soul.
Meet me here.
"Who am I now, loved enough?” Feels so poignant to me in this moment. Who might we be if/when we are loved enough? And why must “loving enough” be an impossibility…infinite as my soul believes love to be?