How many of us have lived
most of our lives waiting,
for someone to love us at depth?
Even when that love arrives,
are we yet equipped to receive
this bountiful gift set before us?
This must be the place where both luck
and grace collide, like destined lovers
meeting that first time.
Upon our initial blush, a singular rarified touch
and the finding of ourselves accepted without
reservation by another, do we begin
to see revealed a glimpse of who we are
at depth. All the stories, the fictions
and even the lies we have clung to,
fall into the waiting ocean of our own longing.
Set free from so many falsehoods, we feel
something at once as familiar as it is
unfamiliar. The luminescence long sought
in the outer, comes to us in the startling
realization of our indwelling worth,
and we feel, perhaps for the first time,
the pulse of who we actually are.
Then comes the realization of
nothing less than the truth,
that we are indeed flawless,
a diamond being cut, polished
and set before a world, waiting-
for our own magnificent arising.