Now the I is lost
And she weeps in her bereftness
The body disintegrates
The mind grieves
The heart bursts
Fear not my sweet, sweet child
I am here as you
Not two, a soul and the great
Just this
Here
You are me
Only love
Feel the perfection
As we dance
Let down your flowing hair
The absolute perfection of that swinging curl
Your foot poised for the next step
Whatever it may be
Wherever it may land
As we, I, waltz down the canyon of the breadbasket
In an unending series of blooms
And so the suspendedness feels the quiver in her heart
Weeps from the joy of that illuminated centerpoint
Shining brilliant amid a black sea of brilliancies
A sweeping, undulating, flowing fabric of light
Intermingled with the black depth
Truly breathtaking
To be here
Seeing this
Feeling this
For this realization to burst upon the world, as it
The way it’s meant to be