Love letter # 81

I wonder sometimes if this is poison. Or inspiration. I have never felt so naked. Or divine.

To be humbled by love is to be open to life. All my old masks, they are unwearable now. Today I am barefoot and glad of the ground. Maybe now I don’t have so far to fall.

Perhaps without meaning to you have set me free. That fire you lit – it made ashes of my pretence but left the truth outstanding.

Thank you.