I was not here nor there.
But simply was what is Here.
And in this 'Here,'
Was I like the fingers of God.
I, Who is not 'I',
Was the grassy hollows and hills
Of rolling emerald.
As a tree,
my branches curved and sang
In twisting movements
Surreal and soft
I saw!
We are that which we Are!
All I see in Earth, is singing ~ Love!
Extending as it sings ~ Love!
Green and growing,
Giving, breathing
Love!
I Am This!
You are This!
And so We are not 'You'
nor 'Me',
but We.
My lips, smile ~ Love
My eyes, see ~ Love!
My heart expands
To know this Love!
It is who you Are, with Me.
We are joined, and stilled
In the movement,
In the Oneness
of 'We Are.'
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