Today I will live in the faith that all of the things that make me cry are as important as the exact amount of time it takes the whipped cream on my three year old’s sundae to melt.

That I don’t know everything, although I tire each day of trying
Such as the pattern of the tapestry of the universe that so delicately nudges me to turn left or right with the softness of a kiss.

Just for today I will forget even the secret wishes that I hold in my heart like tiny unopened gifts.

I will marvel at my own essence and see if I can’t feel each strand of hair hold on tightly in the damp breeze.

I know that nothing matters as deeply as the depth of my own heart
And the limitless love for presence in this life.