What if I saw everything differently?
You on exhibition in me,
I often fail to recognize,
while muddling in some lesser version of myself,
a team member that forgot her team.
fists in air,
defending overrun turf.
What if I turned the tables and only saw love?
What if I stopped projecting jagged paths and crooked climbs?
What if I grasped I was carrying all I think I lack?
Missed out bundles of all of me-acceptance spilling over,
spacious love that becomes self-love,
a go sign for more love,
a welcome mat when I’ve been unwelcomed,
x-ray vision to see with compassion,
frozen children in grown-up clothes.
What if I stopped taking it personally?
What if I loved those that stubbed my toes and saw them as gifts?
What if I wallowed in your forever goodness?