A Love Poem to the Inner Beloved, the Spirit Within.

My Dear Beloved
My Dear Beloved
My Dear Beloved

My love for you, my Beloved
Breathes
In and out
Throughout creation

My Beloved
You are creation itself
Breathing in
Breathing out

How is this possible?
From where does this experience come?
That is born from within
And yet was never birthed
It is from nowhere
Yet everywhere.

My love for you echoes across space and time
And that which is neither space nor time
Only to be silent, still, awake in your love
Having never left

Who are you, my Beloved?
Who are you that is so perfect, so pure?
That the mountains weep at your beauty.

How could I possibly write love poems to you?

How would I stroke your face, my Beloved?
I would stroke your face with silk
Made up of stars
And they would blush at your magnificence.

Who am I writing to?
Who is writing?
Who is writing to whom?
Who receives this writing?

How is this possible?
That my words of love flow spontaneously, joyously
to you, My Beloved
Only to experience my own words
Coming from you, to me
Before I have even written them.

My mind spins
Trying to understand.
But we will walk along together
Holding hands, our hearts pounding blissfully
And we will let the mind spin

The mind need not understand
This love that is each moment new
And yet has always been.

While the mind tries to make sense of this mystery.
We will steal kisses
Like two teenagers exploring
What it feels like to love

Like the ocean loves water
This is my love for you.

Like the wind loves air
This is my love for you.

Like the heat loves fire
This is my love for you.

Like the soil loves earth
This is my love for you.

So what do I do with this love?
I will simply take this love to bed
And surrender into the sweet fullness
That is love loving itself.

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