Yahweh.

Nobody ever talks about
how the exhale is the scariest part.
I wonder if my lungs know
that it could all stop there,
that the gift of another breath is still
mystery--
to be trusted but not understood.

It's a relief to rest in the exhale
(I am good enough as I am
Beautiful as I am
Who I want to be
As I am).

The ground of being that is my body
that is the divine

Letting gravity do the work;
bound me to the earth,
to my loved ones,
bound me closer & closer still--
please and thank you
thank you
thank you.

Little did I know
that I live in and of and within
holy ground.

Little did I know that
heaven and wholeness
are the same.
As I am.
As I am.
As I am.
Amen.