The more deeply I love you
the more I find I have outgrown anything
inconsistent with that.
This past month
everything has been about letting go;
of things that used to be important;
of books and cell phones and cars;
of behaviors that used to seem to matter;
of role and image and persona
and even of thoughts that used to make sense
but no longer do.
Letting go
of the person I used to be.
Who remains?
Only you, Beloved. Only you.
Now I am free to love only you.
Now I am free
To make a new life,
devoted to you.
Am I afraid of the unknown before me?
I was for a little while,
in the chrysalis,
but now, drying my wings,
I know
I live loving you
or I do not live.
