I have wandered the dimensions
in search of a One Who lives in form.
My longing has been lifetimes of
remembering, forgetting, remembering,
faith, sorrow, ecstasy, a pulling
ever inward to the sweet core.
It happened the other day.
I met that One!
She lives in a form
that walks inside of me.
No longer out of breath.
I am breathing The Beloved
is breathing me...
Matisha * 13 April, 1999
© 1999 Matisha
(from The Beloved's Gaze)
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