I adore you and I miss you and I don’t know what this sadness is but I know it isn’t love.
It’s something else that’s passing through that comes bubbling up when my heart is touched.
I’m grieving what feels like a loss even though I know you are not gone.
In fact you are closer than ever but feel very far away.
When we meet the light is blinding and the shadows loom.
I know you are busy with your priorities and that I am not one of them.
But hear me, I am your soul. I am with you always waiting for you to stop and to feel my presence.
Just stop a minute, breathe, put everything down, listen to the songs I am singing to you.
It’s very old stuff this feeling and this pattern, I know it.
I feel sad that I pour out vibrant rivers and you look away.
I feel sad that I am the ocean and you are thirsty.
I speak the pain of self-abandonment, clawing at passersby for relief from the gnawing inside.
If you don’t think this is about you, it almost certainly is.
If you think this is about you, it almost certainly isn’t.
This is about all of us and its older than time.
We are two sides of the same coin, realising that we are at each other’s back always and yet believe we cannot see each other.
Don’t look around in front of you, sink back into what is holding you up. It was always there. It is a part of you. I am a part of you. We are whole.
I love you.
Be at home.
Rest in me.
I won’t leave.