sometimes i forget all that i do with my days.
the hours put in, the energy poured.
the tasks tended and
the visions given soul, breath and wing
over time unmeasurable.
sometimes i am so swept up in awe-empowered flight,
by the wholeness of love and heartbreak uniting,
creating the unimaginable,
that i forget how to be,
forget who i am.
those are blessed moments indeed.