I see it all

In the wide stillness of her being,
she holds it all — and she sees it all.
She stands at the edge of not knowing,
where love grows fierce enough to break her,
and gentle enough to carry her through the breaking.

Nothing is lost.
Even in the unraveling, love endures.
Even in the breaking, life sings its endless song:
You are already full.
You are already whole.
You are already love.