All and one

What do I want to be for someone, I ask happily.

The sky a bird flies in. The wind that keeps a bird aloft.

The water a lotus grows in. The mud a lotus grows out of.

The sun that warms the earth. The blanket to warm a cold body.

This is why it's hard for me to be less. I want to be everything, and no-thing, at once. I'm not about smothering, but nurturing and nourishing.

Namaste