What is Left Unsaid

Kind words are like food.
When you relate to me the goodness in your heart,
I feel fed.

What happens
When you eat the love
That was intended to nourish
Someone else?

The letter you never wrote.
The thank you
You never said.
The I think you're beautiful
Inside-and-out
That never traveled the divine pathway
From heart to head to tongue?
The I Love
YOU.
Feelings. Hidden.
all. Stuffed. away.

I can relate:
It is scary
To imagine
Loving
Someone
Like That.
Giving Them
The Food
That suddenly arises
In your soul-wanting-connection
When you see them.
Or they are psychically near.

I Know.
You are used
To performing
The hoarding ritual.
Keeping the Food to yourself.
Survival.
Because
You NEVER
Used to have enough
For you.
Let alone
Another.
You still don't.
(You've been told.)

Why tell her
You Love her
When you haven't told
Yourself that
Nearly enough?
You Think.
You analyze the Food.
Almost missing connection.
Maybe missing it.

But, listen:
We ALWAYS have
Things to Give.
No matter how lacking
In resources
Or inadequate
We imagine ourselves
To Be.
When we choose Love
Gifts arise
Spontaneously
In synchronicity
With divine timing.
And when we have
a Gift
To give someone
Other
Than Ourselves
(A word. A hug. Understanding.)
We must

-for our sakes-

Give it.
Even when we find
That we think
We are not
Ready.

Else when the person
Moves away
From our psychic field
Of Awareness
We realize how unfulfilling it was
To have consumed
Something that was not
Ours.

To hoard
That which we were commanded
To Give.
Freely.

We are all Love.
Thus we can all afford
To GIVE
Love.