Have I ever been safe?

Or just at times oblivious to the danger?

Have I let my heart wander into territories

pockmarked with quicksand,

Or have I willingly walked through,

Knowing where the danger lay?

Have I slid into the pit on purpose,

Believing it to be a warm bath?

Or was I naive

Just wanting something so badly

That I would risk everything for it?

Safety, like joy, I am beginning to realize

Comes from within.

From mindfully staying with something

until it is fully known to you.

This morning, I am content.

Not afraid,

not projecting or expecting promises

that haven’t been made

Or even implied.

This morning,

My life is my own

to share with those I choose.

The incessant longing has been satiated

For now.

Safe and content, for the moment.