I’ve never known love
this freely and divinely guided
within me
before having met you
regardless of which life in this life
we are referring to
I thought prior I had maybe
but life finds ways
to deliver us
ever richer presences
of growing boundlessly
in such ways
doesn’t it
Your embrace
unlike anything
I ever wanted
because of the walls
I did not want
torn down
perfectly wrapped
in the unknown
were the many mysteries
in my world
Yet now
it is me
carefully taking down
those walls
brick by brick
one by one
as though perfect deconstruction
as though by humiliation
had I labored
to preserve them
yet in your presence of existence
I find myself comfortable
stripping myself barren
like a skilled craftsman now
planting in their wake
like a skilled gardener
of removal
one by one
those bricks
I once so loved
trees as boundaries
like sacred oak groves
you know your way
through
granted permission
by the forest itself
so not in either of our control precisely
but our relationships sovereignly
with wilderness and source
water and sun and soul
Your holding
is like heaven’s wings
covering me
gently
lovingly
with room to breathe
sheltering me
to feel from within
for the trueness
that is always there
for any
to have faith in
to grow in faith
that there is goodness
and beauty
in what is restless
for coming through me
even as I am marred
for trusting it and you
for loving you and more
for being open
to receiving love from you
as anything honest
I think that
is what I was most
tormented for
laughable hindsight
Your trust in loving
regardless
as enough
so freely expressed
not too little nor too much
mirrors so closely
how I experience faith
in near everything
I’ve faith remaining in
The unwavering love
that floweth from you
that I sense and feel
as authentic you
is akin to that
between
Van Gogh’s brother and him
Monet’s aunt and him
Dickinson’s beloveds and her
and so many others
therein you are like both
lover and mastering artist
in my eyes
Love and faith and trust
in inner authority
that has opening potentials
to outlast
grandly
the lessor shortcomings
of living in time
wherein time itself
is the only honest judge
existence outside of it
the more real testimony
for authentic authority
I don’t think I could
relay to you
in all the rest of my days
everything you mean to me
My heart is more at home
within itself
for having witnessed so innocently
your marvelous heart
and how it so gracefully
and authentically traverses
such an illusion dependent
ecology
near unseen itself
how I love you more
for how you walk that path
before you
speaking a language
through the delusions
of karma’s over eagerness
that so few
are capable
of really knowing
the holism of your heart language
I hope me seeing you
and loving you
just as you are
is enough
for you to feel
my loving you back