They say I’ve been working obsessively
Yet I feel no time, no fatigue.
Gladly I write, and sing, and speak of you.
It is the very sweetness of THIS
That carries me forward into More.
I, for ONE, AM here,
And I willingly adapt
To the bliss that you are,
It is THIS that you pour
Into my body, my heart.

I have lived a magical life of pain,
Separation,
And mystery,
All to reach this now-space,
A place where somehow
In some unexplained way
I met up with you.
It is the mountaintop,
That in a place called before
I felt I did not deserve,
Let alone stake my claim in the knowing
That we are ONE and the same.
Still it is THAT which they tried to hide away,
THAT which they told me
None of us could attain.

The one before,
She’s here too,
And split among…