Quiet One
I am here
deep in the mystery of You
The sometimes emptiness I have felt
weary, fruitless
the silence
the absence
that was You
releasing me from old ways
old assurances
Unveiling me
Inviting me deeper
into the mystery of You
Running out of thoughts
running free
Falling out of knowing
out of all understanding
into being
Presence of the unnoticeable
Mystery
vague as fog
warm us sun
Womb
I am
Here
—March 29, 2019