flowers growing among rocks

Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.

It doesn’t require modifiers.

It doesn’t require the condition of perfection…..”

excerpt from poem: Dear Human by Courtney Walsh

 

Love doesn’t require…. Love doesn’t require you stand in line at attention or never spill milk or emotions.  It doesn’t demand knees bent or backs broken.  “It only asks that you show up.”   Love asks.   Love asks.  Demand is not part of the language.  But, it is a colorful language, full of heat and slow meltings, sweetness and the sour taste of lemons,  full of fire and the tender petals of four o’clocks.  Love embraces all things and weeps and sings and falls silent. Love, “Dear Human…is enough.”

 

Dear Human

Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.

You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.

That is where you came from and where you’ll return.

You came here to learn personal love.

Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love.

Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.

Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.

Demonstrated through the beauty of…messing up. Often.

You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.

You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.

And then to rise again into remembering.

But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.

Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.

It doesn’t require modifiers

It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.

It only asks that you show up. And do your best.

That you stay present and feel fully.

That you shine and fly and laugh and cry

and hurt and heal and fall and get back up

and play and work and live and die as YOU.

It’s enough. It’s plenty.

Courtney Walsh