The Rim

the rim

come to the circle, where we each hold the rim; let's share our stories, of fear and joy, grief and love, shame and passion, without judgement, without interruption and advice; let's carry the stories together, as if they are ours, while we hold the rim with our hearts; let's watch ourselves peel away our masks, and throw them as an offering to the fires of one love.

by Priya Desikan