Intimacy
The intimacy of loving yourself,
Sitting with fragrant tea
In a room inhabited by your dreams
fears, vigour, and anxieties.
A little lamp by your side
A book you bought as a gift
For your inquisitive mind.
The intimacy of caring for yourself,
The ebb and flow between
Mindfulness and mindlessness
performing the same routines day after day.
The intimacy of talking to yourself,
The scribbled notes and journal entries
The observations on a path
You walk on daily.
The intimacy of sharing yourself,
Opening up to someone about that one time
When you felt afraid as a child
that memory is still potent with might.
The intimacy of liking yourself,
The rituals you build
The mistakes you forgive
The way you spend your days
The friends you make on the way
The stories you weave
The tears you weep.
The intimacy of loving oneself,
an intimacy above all else.