You.
Yes You.
All of you.
Your chaos and your madness
Your foolish nonsense
Your fearless magic
You are welcome here
Your passion and your eros
Your red fever dreams
Your resistance
Your doubt
Your power, wild and uncontained
You, yes, you
Your fist of rage
Your bottomless grief
Your heart break bursting out at the seams
Spilling out in messy floods of Inconvenient feelings
You.
Yes, you.
Your oceans of confusion
Your terror running deep
Your river of longing
Your precious illusions
Even if it makes you look foolish
Even if it makes you go mad
All of you is welcome here
Your brain tangled with neurons Firing wild impulses
From the dark forest of your unconscious
You are Welcome Here
The twisted vines and purple fog of melancholy in your heart
Your bloody messy crazy love
Your fears
Your Desires, wet with unrequited lust
Pushing and stretching to be expressed
The lies you told yourself
Your deepest regrets
The mess of never getting it exactly as you had planned
You. Yes. You.
Your awkward stumbles
Your shakey knees
Your hunger for some meaning
You are welcome Here
Your flaming hatred
Your tender broken faith
Your need for control
You are welcome here.
Your untainted innocence
Your will to rise again
The pain you try to hide .
You are welcome
Here.
I want every part of me touched and seen
I want to be as big as the universe and
As tiny as an insect
I want every contradiction
Every disproportionate feeling
Every chaotic thought to be met
Right Here.
I want to writhe and howl and groan with the deep root of Life
I want to be held with such soft sweetness that
This fragile ache finally opens and lets go.
I want to be known as a depraved and holy animal
As consciousness, as infinite
As flesh and bone and skin
I want to roll on the ground and slither
I want to scream
I want to kiss where my feet have been
I want to cry and need and feel
Right. Here.
I want to explode and hold
This ancient pulsing groan of ocean that lives in me
Right Here.
Meet me here
Where the paint touches the canvas
Where the past is dead and dangling
Where the future is a vacant space
Right Here
Where this unfolding moment is the refuge of the heart
Right Here
Come with me
You are welcome here
-Maya Luna