I wonder if we're aren't all strangers
in our own land
throughout our lives
wondering how anyone
could be as strange as we are
seems like it takes a lifetime
to accept the embrace of enough
that being ourselves is enough
when I look at you,
I never think,
"you should be more"
I just think,
"What exquisite beauty!
What luck that I have met you!"
perhaps it is time to offer ourselves
the same kindness
to open our arms up
to our own strangeness
welcome our own beauty
just a thought....from jules
