Saturday, January 1, 2011

You Breathe Me

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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