loved,
beloved,
how hard it is
to own
the name
we are given,
precious,
honoured,
chosen,
long thought of,
cherished
how often do we
really hear
our truest
state, do we
look into the mirror
of love,
mirror love
to ourselves,
to one another?
+
loved,
we are
loved,
beloved...
perhaps
this is where
our healing
begins...
Mandala's a meditation on connectedness ( mine)
