Three gifts... a poem by Veronica Farmer

What is it about us humans
​that we grab
monkey bar hands
from family
to partner
to children
to lover
white knuckles tight
from one rung
to the next...

Making up stories
of who we are
​and how they must be
from where our hands cling fast

​What of letting the hands fall
connecting lighter
Throwing back the head
Eyes closed and warmed by the sun
Standing on our own two feet
toes squeezing warm earth
being okay with that...

What of trusting the warm breath
in our own body and heart
an end to safety seeking 
of putting that burden on another
finding fulfillment in what you give
​instead...

Standing alone
breathing it in
allows the softest breeze of a smile
​to be felt on the skin
​the chance to reflect

The body grows up
​stops hungering...
choosing a listening walk beside others
a shoulder to shoulder playful nudge
rather than grabbing

What if we knew from young
​that everyone 
who came across your path
had 3 gifts to offer you
and you to them

And if you were patient
and quiet enough
you would see them

These treasures ready
to be laid down
some just to show you what you are not
some what you are...

but only if you give the gifts space
in which to show themselves
​unwrap
​slowly...

I wonder how it would be
if we all began to love eachother
this quietly...

Copyright 2016 The Lioness Project
www.tlppoetry.com
A poem by Veronica Farmer
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