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I see you,
closest in the middle
even through
distant reach —
wisp of hair and flash of eyes,
too far removed
to render anything
but the seeing itself.

It is perfect just as it is:
this moment of love,
simple
even in the passing
you know
what needs to be said:
I love you.
I love this.

Still —
even if no words,
a world unfolds
in a glimpse
each moment
a garden,
a trail along a stream
or serene dip in jeweled lake,
perfect spot
to hold you fluidly
like a dream.

The true journey:
a dive into self
seeing other
and seeing beyond
just here
with each unearthing feeling
slipping now into space
before sleep,
meeting all beloveds
inviting us to simple pleasures,
heavy eyes
bright too
with each reflection
returned.

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When you find yourself
looking for love,
searching
scrolling
for next best thing
never arriving —
rather just be
here
exactly this shape
perfectly landing.

Rather than looking
for love,
be in love.
See the ways you already are
now, within love
swimming
seamlessly
in this beauty-drenched world
beckoning
play, delight
savoring each taste,
fully arrived.

Be in love
here in this place,
even when longing
for more or different.
Lean long
into this yearning
let it become
light shining
into wide orbit:
not seeking,
residing in love—
being
love
giving forth
what you most need,
what is also most needed
bringing grace to this world
with your own
deepest
heart.

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Mark of freedom:
soft gaze
eyes lines smiling,
skin around mouth
like topaz in sunlight
reaching upward toward sky.

Be this free
awareness
discovering
sacred alchemy
that is often unrecognized
yet still shines forth,
galaxies
from which all things spring
even right here, now.

Feel this:
life’s ocean
infinite
swirling in every molecule
forming body’s perfect imprint
in this moment
understand
freedom found
opening
to
exactly
what is given
here.

Do not go quietly
into the next form –
instead, bear dancing molecules,
offered as a gift in both living,
and parting
into that great split of matter
some call death,
but rather be set free
spiraling this heart into Love.

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Come to know these parts:
self
submerged
emerging,
mixing with shadows
finding freest version
intimate
even with what has been cast off.

What was disowned in order to survive?
Find out.

Call this back now,
offer a seat
draw in what is needed
rounding the circle
in union
integrating
wholeness
in service of truth.

Tend now what needs tending,
unbound from dark remnants
setting sail to past pains.
This:
the call of self for authenticity,
waking up
from what has been asleep.
This is not a problem
to be solved
rather mystery
to be faced —
knocking to find the way
out of hiding.

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Deborah McNamara

Deborah McNamara

Sustainability & Climate Activist. Yoga Teacher. Author, Invitation of Motherhood: Uncovering the Spiritual Lessons of Parenting. More: www.debmcnamara.com