Masks Worn Perfectly

The world has been ending since the beginning of the world.
Fear is the mental repetition of a negative event;
we still wait for the quake along the human fault.

When we lean into places where we don't want to look,
the places that hurt, that twist us into unnatural shapes,
we begin to fall forward into living more deeply,
an unbalance that becomes another layer of truth;
and those places are full of essence, and that essence is love.

I exhale into the ground,
into the tree I climb in my dreams,
the faces of my human family;
the universe receives my breath,
and in it is my love for all.
I inhale into myself,
and from the molecules around me,
the love given to me
by the earth, tree, and hearts,
I breathe in their love for myself.

Here is sustainability.
Proceed from love,
a love given by royal, noble you,
and here in this universe,
we'll treat each other like kings and queens.

We each are teachers -
we teach each other
how to treat ourselves,
and therefore, the love
of our unwavering selves
must come from us.

Then when I see others
with their masks worn perfectly,
can I see that I am of essence, too.

Unapologetically
Willfully
Excitedly
in love with the world.