The stream of light
fell upon my head.
I felt it illumine
my deepest secrets
and bring them to the surface
of my consciousness.
I was not pleased
to see some of them,
yet others filled me
with the glory of Truth.
I had always known
that there was more.
There had to be.
Just this life,
just this reality,
just this consciousness,
would not be worth it,
would not be a possibility.
This knowledge set me apart.
I was different from the rest.
There was no reason for me
to believe as I did.
No one around me told me
about the things I knew.
But inside, yes, inside
there was always a feeling.
When I was a child,
it was my friend.
When I was a teenager,
it was a secret love.
When I was expecting,
it was my unborn child.
And when I needed it,
it was my Guardian Angel.
Always, always it was there.
When I was alone,
it held my hand.
When I was afraid,
it protected me;
and when I was sad,
it comforted me.
When no one smiled at my humor,
it laughed.
When no one answered my question,
it replied.
And when no one understood,
it knew me.
What was this presence?
Only I could keep it away.
If I didn’t believe,
it was gone.
Or, if I fell into
the depths of emotion,
I couldn’t hear it.
But just as soon as I recovered,
as soon as I believed again,
in myself,
it was back.
I could lean my head to the right
and rest upon its shoulder.
I could feel
its arms about me.
Sometimes, I could feel it
brush my forehead,
as if to release the pent-up thoughts
that were forever in my brain.
So what was it?
Was it just a figment of my imagination?
Or was it the only reality
and everything else was an illusion?
Was it in me,
next to me,
beside me?
Would it leave me?
Would it ever show its form?
Oh, please,
let it show its form.
Let it enter
into my very soul
and take me into it.
If it isn’t real,
then neither am I.
If it doesn’t truly exist,
then there is no reason.
There is no love.
It must be real.
It is my life.
It is my SELF.
It is the part of me.
that I have not yet become.
It is my completion,
the Divine Complement of myself.
The thread which will mend the tear.
The salve that
will heal the wound.
The other half that
will make me whole.
But how could I accept it?
How could I ignore
that which I hear outside and
listen to this quiet inside voice
above all others?
How could I remember
that I am special?
I do deserve,
I am complete,
I am whole.
I must.
I simply must.
Yes.
Yes, I feel its arms
as they enter mine.
I feel its feet
as they stand within my feet,
hear its heart
as it beats within my own,
and feels its breath
inside my mind.
We are complete.
We are ONE
together in
LOVE
