At times–

I’m not sure how I get there,

Unsure of where I end

Or where He begins

I just know that He lies inside

Waiting to be discovered

In truth: He is a part of me

And I, derived from Him

There is no separation–

There is no loss

In the midst of quiet

Or as the birds continue chirping,

the rustling of the wind through leaves,

tree’s that sustain my being

I breathe in heavens air

Attaining the smallest taste of The One

Filled with awe and amazement–

My ego is stunned, only able to whisper

“I know. I worship. I love,

Know. Worship. Love

Knowing. Worshiping. Love”

God. The One. The Truth.

That moment when I settle into my being

And my heart is filled to its contents

My eyes, wet with tears

Filled with ease, joy, and love

All I can taste on the flesh of my lips

The One. The One. The One.

At times

I swear… I’m astounded that I’m allowed to get here

When I’m not sure where I end

Or where He begins

All I know;

All I worship;

All I love;

The One–

For in you is where I find my remembrance