A letter to my innermost

sidewalk plant

She dresses herself in the dawning doorways you must enter
She beams brilliance from the center of your being.
and then me, in the middle, afraid of, but NEEDING to articulate the truth of her being
in-separate from my being
in-separate from all beings
Heart pounding the rhythm of remembrance
growing deep and wide
as her rivers
as her ocean
day dreaming of the earth bound vessel that is I
prostrating myself before the celestial court
dancing ecstatically to the magistrates of eternity.
YOU are the one
the being of my being
the one who transfers this light into me.

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