Lover
To know thyself is to love thyself. Photos By: Brayl’n Crutchfield
In the black waves of my hair, cities float
In the darkness of my eyes, the divine wrote
In the soothness of my breath, river flows
In the softness of my lips, the tide grows
In the calmness of my being, worlds mote
By Brayl’n Crutchfield
I AM the comfort of a cotton bed on a spring morning
I AM the wakefulness from sleep
I AM the calming sun peeking through the window, touching the bare face
I AM the ecstasy felt between my lovers’ sheet
I AM the lover
The loved
And
Love itself
Commentary:
In my awareness, I have gained the clarity to see my connection in all things. This realization has brought a profound sense of humility. Through this humility, I have learned to adorn and love myself through a broader lens, deepening my acceptance that I am intricately woven into the collective beauty and harmony of all that is.
Hence, the poem unfolds in two parts: the first describes my physical thread as the fiber of the external world, while the second explores the unity of the self with these connections.
“Everything has to do with loving and not loving” - Rumi
June, 2024
