Give Yourself

A small, soft stream, the full moon over the ridge, but not yet hitting the forest floor.
We sit on the bridge, 6 feet dangling above the water, and look up at the bright starts overhead.

I can't but not sing, and as soon as I raise my voice, it's joined:
"You must give yourself to love, if love is what you're after. 
Open up your heart to the tears and laughter. Give yourself to love!"

Later we dance in the open field, moon and star light streaming all around, trading songs and movement.

I will not give up on this quest of living with the heart, of loving, and seeking truth. I promise.