There is a softness that exists
between a yes and a no,
when a crossroads presents itself
You can wait here in this space
It is safe and unassuming
There is a softness that exists
before a man tells you I love you
You can see it in his eyes,
or the fold of his lips before he smiles
You can feel his heart beating as he moves closer to you
The words aren’t as important as the being
Here in this moment
There is a softness that exists
when you love someone enough to let them go
You look them over carefully one last time
You are savouring this moment before the release
The curve of his back, the softness of his chest,
the way his hands fold into yours
You say your I love you’s and let go
There is a softness that exists
when a woman is standing alone
Amongst tall buildings and cold pavement
The passing by of strangers
Women with their strollers, babies tucked inside
You touch your belly as if to say, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
There is a softness that exists
when you stretch open your body
and see the beauty that surrounds you
Gratitude for what is
Namaste this and Namaste that
You begin to see
All is fleeting, all is flow
Your heart at once beats for sadness,
beats for joy, beats for life