The words of my poems
Collect over time
In my mind
Like dew drops on a leaf
Condensing first into perfect spheres from mist
Reflecting their world imperfectly
Before rolling to the center
Where they are no longer separate
Returning to oneness
When the weight of their meaning becomes too much to bear
A collection of dewdrop words
Fall together in a rush
A brief waterfall
From a shiny green leaf
Onto the soft, waiting soil
Where the beginnings of awareness can soak them in
And grow tall into love on the page
Sometimes the words
Begin in an exchange
Quiet
A pen gliding silently over paper
A letter
That was all about love
But was never meant as a love letter
Returned to me twice
Before it could make its journey to you
Until it was expressed the way it was meant to be
So you could read it
And hear it
When you were ready
Sometimes the words
Float inside me
Suspended from a conversation
The spoken manifestation
Of a relationship
Between souls
Between hearts
Sometimes the words
Begin as images
As thoughts
That make sense
In my mind
But patiently wait there until I remember how
To release their beauty back out into the world
Where they belong
I know these words aren’t mine
Because I’ve heard them before
I’ve felt them before
I’ve known them before
I’ve seen them before
When we met
In that fateful
Gentle
Collision
Of energy between hearts
Behind closed eyes
After I looked out at the water for what seemed like a lifetime
I sat and watched as the mountains
Shrouded in low clouds
Revealed themselves to me
Over the course of many readings
Over many tiny horizontal moments of time
Out of an expression of love
Until then they returned
To their veiled state again
When the light began to dim
And turn gray-blue
I felt truly at peace
My unasked question
My deepest prayer
Was answered at the most critical moment
When the snowy mountain peaks were clear
And the water reflected its inner light in ripples across its surface
Eyes closed
I breathed in deeply
Listening
Filling with pure love
Recognizing
After all these years
A Self that I didn’t remember existed
A state of Being
Untouched
Until that opening
That occurred exactly the way it was supposed to
When I was ready
To see
Who I Am
Until that moment
Through you
Through me
Until the love flowed freely in that space between, above and below
Until a miracle
That continues to unfold
Right before my eyes
When I remember
I feel warmth
Settling Deep inside my heart
I place my hand upon my chest in gratitude
Thankful that the love settles there
Again and again
The words of this poem
Gathered themselves in me
In still moments of knowing
It feels right to release them
To become
Part of this collection now
Here on this page
This poem
A reminder for us to know and remember that this love exists always
Right here
Right now
If we choose to see it
If we choose to accept it
By opening ourselves fully to its truth
And leaving behind who we think we are
In all the moments
That have come already
That come now
and
Will come again
A State of Wonder 