Last night I dreamed about fearlessness
I asked myself
What if the worst thing
(that could possibly happen to me)
made me more loveable and more loving because it did?
Then, what would there be to fear?
What if even death
brought us closer to love?
What if pain and loss
helped me value what was valuable
and forget that which was not?
What if any and every change or disappointment
made me wiser and kinder?
What if mistakes were always gifts
given intentionally to practice
forgiveness and acceptance of myself (and others)?
What if the end of every path was love?
What would there be left
(I just read this book, which may have prompted the dream.)