My soul thirsts for the Center
To be in the center
With Source
True heart of what is
Breath wishing to be solid
Vapor longing for substance
You are my substance
You make me real
You define me
You see me
Truly
You can hold the vapor in your hand
You can touch – contain – shape
Give substance to -
The breath that is me
You breathe me
In love you exhale
And I am
Your breath
Your life
The only true life
All else is a lie: illusion
The death I see
The death I feel . . .
A deceit
By your sacrifice you made perfect once for all,
Those who are being made holy.
It is finished.
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