Solitary Together

In the interim of joy and sorrow, I witness intense purification.

There is aliveness and glory in everything.

I am witnessing just who is within and the intensity with which she lives and yearns –

to be seen, to be free, to be, well, me.

I witness the purity of love and wishing goodness for all.

I witness the knowing and the wonder of life that is constant.

And bubbling up always…bubbling to move, to include, to subdue, and to enrich.

I witness my own personality as that of a conglomeration of past and some beyond past.

Something too deep and long ago for my brain to understand,

but pure enough that my soul is completely aware and loving of who I am, always.

The purity of self is always here.

The purity of love is who I am.

I am you, and you, too, are pure love.

You speak different words than I speak.

You walk a different pace and different path than I walk.

Your dreams differ, your desires differ, your dance differs,

and yet, we are all dancing, desiring and dreaming the same stuff –

Love.

How does it go so quickly, this life? 

How does it just evaporate and then we are one

with tree roots and sunbeams?

We are those now.

We always have been.

We are nourished by, in tune with, all of Nature –

Bees, butterflies, clouds, earthquakes, downpours and moon glow.

Who is our enemy but our teacher?

Who is our tormentor but our protector?

And who am I within, hiding, but the expression of pure love wanting to be free?

I am free.

You are free.

Breathe in.

Be you.

Be life.

Sun, rain, trees, angels and all that you cannot see

is all there for you, with you.

It is all you.

Streams of consciousness now open you

to your truth, your power, your unity with self,

and love of all that is.

You are love.

You are light.

You are tenderness, desire, and giving.

You shine your light when you sleep, when you walk.

You shine your light in places that have sought your presence.

The alignment that is grace lines you up with me,

lines up me with Nature,

lines up Nature with all that is.

Divinity speaks.

Are we listening?