The softest, most subtle echo blooms forth into existence from beyond,
filling the emptiness with a soft, ceaseless, crescendo of beauty, wonder, and love.
Filling the places where I am longing, yearning and needing,
filling the places where I am lost, alone and afraid.
Filling the longing with this love that I am becoming,
this love that is taking me over.
I watch as I am willingly consumed by this love,
I surrender all that I am to it,
and I rest in the silken splendour of softness and expansiveness that I have become.
I am home – and I AM home.
Tears of joy, tears of grief, tears of sadness.
Tears for forgetting, tears for remembering.
My sweet aching heart is swaddled and caressed and can finally rest.
And I continue…