Last Friday, I met a man who hugged me so deeply,
he somehow transmitted into me a cloud
of wakeful peace,

straight past a layer of cerebral
exhaustion, straight through my body
and into my heart.

I thought he must be quite courageous
to allow these things to flow as
quickly as they arrived.

I recalled in shame how I had in the past
hoarded love, hoarded light, hoarded sweetness
in all its manifestations.

And I no longer needed to clamor for love
in so many places and things
because, this day,

in his infinite salutation,
here
it all was.