So close
to being done.
Done with petty
fears
yours and mine.
Done with mortal
lovers,
back into the arms
of my Beloved
of Beloveds.
Shehe.
Yeshua.
Inanna.
All is One.
This stress
is killing me.
The worry
like my grandmother,
is getting
old.
Whatever will be
done to me
will be done to me.
None of it
mattering
is coming soon...
it is so close
I can almost
feel it breathing
down my neck,
not like a killer
or stalker,
but a lover
about to
embrace me.
Then all of this...
human refuse,
fears, worries,
politics, opinions,
rumors, gossip,
will fall away.
All that will be left
is Us
my Beloved...
you are so close
the Heart of the
In-between place
so near,
where all is light
and love
unconditionally,
the lines
that separate us
so thin
it barely matters
anymore.
You are so close
and I am so
tired of this
petty game.
Embrace me
take me
in your
tender loving
arms clothed
in the heavens.
