The Real Work

The real work is not becoming more loving.
It’s noticing the moment you leave the moment.

The moment you tighten.
The moment you brace.
The moment you start trying to do love correctly.

And then…

not fixing it.
Just staying.

Because what is seen clearly
does not need to remain tight.

And that is where everything
begins to reorganize.

Quietly.
On its own.