Conversations with you, and God within you

You saw me long before I saw me.

Found me when I least could find me,

and thought that only trees would find me.

Oftentimes you know and knew before me.

Sometimes just as changes came to light inside,

you knew

simultaneously.

When I felt, and thought I had forgotten,

you've were there residing somewhere deep within me.

Giving life, and hope, and breath at times, when none of it felt real, or whole, or right.

It's thanks to you, that I stand here now, living from a place, I feared, might never be

for me.

You are the father I never had.

The partner that I will not have.

The lover from my dreams.

And the meeting in dimensions I'm not sure exist.

To distinguish you from me is impossible.

In my being we are one.

You are the teacher of my soul.

The one who brought me home.

You found me when I least could find me.

Saw me when I didn't see me.

You are the connection to my bones.

The weaving master of my dreams.

The love I cannot place upon you.

Yet want to.

And so you came again to say.

Don't kill your love for mine, just love me.

You can love it all.

… I won't kill mine for anything.

Life brings us one thing only.

Our love for home, the love of God and universe, the love for our selves.

In the forms of all that came and went.

In the forms of all that weren't,

and all that wasn't.

Our dreams and hopes, here for this only,

to be surrendered to our hearts;

The Presence of life, and Holiness; Wholeness of all of existence.

Presence, ourselves.

Lived to the fullest of our dreams, and hearts.

For life exists in one space only,

The space of silence, in the space of love.

I love you deeply, dearly, clearly.