this day of all days...

i awaken to the sun and let my skin soften to the light of morning.

we are painting tragedies upon our canvases while miracles lie nestled beneath.  this day of all days could be brilliant inside the cocoon of fear and i step from my dreams to the floor with feet that bear the weight of all of me, sleeping and waking.

we are centuries deep in our samskaras, yet the points of love and freedom and limitlessness point to something different.  in the waking and sleeping we return and return back to something sweet and subtle and graceful…  we return to our-Selves as our experience peels away the layers of perfect imperfection.  we become who We are. 

we always are becoming who We are.

- anya porter