EMBRACE

EMBRACE

I long to round the urban corner, 

Leave behind measurements of distance,

Doings and achievements, 

Fall

Into that sweet field, 

The one that Rumi speaks of,

Where we somersault

Free of our judgments

Of Right and Wrong 

And One Another. 

I long to achieve a perception of you, 

That no longer requires me to forgive you, 

A perception that never demands 

That you be any different than you are.

Until I round that corner,

Until I meet you in that field of love,

I pray to do the next best things:

Forgive, 

Accept, 

Embrace.