Gratitudes ♡ The Wound

I'm grateful for this wound of separation a constant felt sense this drop was once in oneness with the ocean deep longing for return a turning once more pining to remember again to be a member this pain of wake up from the deep slumber ensconced within a pre-personal cocoon of comfort bestowed a personal gift sovereign body unique expression of life becoming similar, conjugal but never quite the same abutting, slamming against that which resists I gather an inkling of where the other ends where I begin pinned down by limits I begin to learn the meaning of exceeding alone in the desert's desolation I take off garments of illusion naked l commune with supreme emptiness recharged I come back to feed multitudes in the market this wound calls me to cross over towards the shimmering shore walk over raging waters of desires and attachments in the darkest night of the soul to let fear pass through me in deep surrender be in the bliss of Silence drunk with the Divine this drop can call forth the ocean.