If everything that lives,
\nlives in me,
\nit is too heavy for me to carry.
\nI am fragile as a cloud,
\nlighter than a wing,
\nless profound than a flower.
\nIf I was meant to be anything
\nI would be alone with the mountains.
\nI would put my arms
\naround every living thing.
\nI would be so open
\nthe wind could not find me.
\nI would be so in love
\nI would cherish the stones
\nunder my feet.
\nThat is what I am,
\nspace between the pieces of an atom.<\/p>\n
Then how could I be so?
\nBecause of you.
\nBecause I needed feet
\nto find you.
\nEyes to see you.
\nLips to shape your name.
\nAnd a soul to be where you are,
\na light at the center of my darkness
\nso you can find me,
\nand I a candle before your face,
\nto show the world,
\nhow much more beautiful you are
\nthan anything I have ever known.
\nThat everything is so,
\nthat is so.
\nSo much is love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If everything that lives, lives in me, it is too heavy for me to carry. I am fragile as a cloud, lighter than a wing,…<\/p>\n