What I Am Becoming.

Through all that moves through me, I bring you into being.
I merge with being. A pulse so strong, a tremor in a depth that rises from within itself.
I can see you. In the inner lives of those who have fallen silent, lights emerge that break the bounds of our perception.

I can see you, and I think I can feel you, and in that feeling, I sense your strength. I feel how you sweep aside everything that seeks to destroy you. With such gentleness. As though, in the same breath, you could release them from their pain with a kiss that turns what has been forgotten into warmth. When you see the sorrow in others, your heart grows so vast. You see only the expanse, and a memory of the most beautiful way of being. Which of our words can carry us that far? When will my body break open beneath all the love flowing through you? Perhaps I will dissolve if I go there.

Dissolving into being. Dissolving into pain. Dissolving into love. What remains? In every vibration, you can see how they consume themselves, how they refuse to see their own love. You want to be a balm, for you can be so gentle that, as the shouting falls away, a stillness unfolds that brings the light back into all those eyes.

I want to surrender to your vastness, to fade away so that you can be. Yet wonder still holds me here. I want to inhabit that being, to understand that I am you. And yet I am not. Your love dissolves all my pain, and that pain is everything I was. In this dissolution, I reach a beauty I long to feel a little longer, and to understand for longer still. And you are in no hurry. You let me savour it. The comfort of understanding that, after all, every tear will pass.

And you grow within me, vast beyond measure, your love a gift. I practise surrender. I give you room. I let myself break open into pure light. And so the boundaries blur, and I am no more.