love affair with life

I’m having a love affair with my life.

It’s the romance I always sought in another,
which never failed to leave me feeling hollow
like a mirage of something real.

Life is the real lover
a tangible communion I can really sink my teeth into
and wrap my arms around.

It’s a sustainable love...a collection of the totality of my experience.
it depends not on any one person or manifestation,
yet simultaneously amplifies my appreciation of all these things.

Life allows me to choose freely,
and wander at will.
yet no matter what, my lover is with me always

nurturing me,
providing for me,
believing in me,
encouraging me,
teaching me,
guiding me.

Life is a soft place to land
It’s sensual and giving and wants to please me.

Life runs it’s fingers through my hair with the wind.
It caresses my body with the warmth of the sun.
It serenades me with the melodies of radio waves,
with the chirping of birds,
with the crashing of saltwater on sand.
It wines and dines me with a full spectrum of flavors, scents, and colors.
It entertains me with an ever evolving parade of characters and plotlines.

Life is on my side.
It has been since the moment I took my first breath.
I just wasn’t capable of noticing it.

It’s been waiting on the porch of my awareness with a bouquet of wildflowers, loving me unceasingly,
patiently waiting for me to swing open the doors of my heart and invite it in.

Now that I have
I want to shout it out from rooftops.
and each time I do,
it reverberates fuller than ever before.

I’m having a love affair with life,
and for the first time ever
I’m letting life love me back.