I feel his love
when I
think in his direction
His place
is nearby
A place
without a name
All roads
lead back to him
None of
these paths are closed
His
kindness shines over me
Others
make his kind into Self
But wisdom
is inner-outer
His light
is permeating both
His love
is softening each
So that
hard division eases
I feel his
love
thinking
in-between
glimpses
of gold
peering
into yellow eyes
smelling
fragrant citrus
deep,
throbbing voice
With you
I'm not alone
You are me
and not-me
I am you
and not-you
both/and,
we cuddle together
Warm,
purring, at ease
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