Poem: This by Kathleen Sutherland

This

Loving this exactly as it is.

Heavy as time, light as space.

Exquisitely detailed, frightfully rendered.

Longing to escape, to a sweeter place.

But I cannot escape myself, bittersweet.

Nor can I abandon you, always by my side.

Caught in Indra’s net,

In struggle, we sparkle.

In surrender, we shine.

And always we abide, here, in this.

Exactly as it is.

The perfect tragedy,

And the deepest love.

This.

Kathleen Sutherland is a student of The Living Method, and editor of ACN. She lives in Iowa.