God, I know you love me.
But secretly I believe you are waiting to love me
till I am more worthy.
No, I am not waiting.
Your worthiness is that you are mine.
That is all. I love you.
Well, I wait, wait for that feeling.
And I am the waiting itself,
the longing that lives so steadfastly in you.
That is only a pleasant illusion.
I am alone on a solitary road.
And I am the road.
Then where I am has no road.
I am in an empty, barren desert.
And I am the desert, and its barrenness.
Then I am in outer space,
where there is no ground at all.
I am space. I am Being.
Stop squirming and let me hold you.
I might as well.
Yes, I would love that.
September 27, 2021