what mystery is this
stirring and yearning
within me,
deep reaching deeper still
into my depths and darkness-es
untapped, unknown,
curling like smoke
into every corner,
every crevasse
of my souls’
most intimate being….
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what mystery is this ….?
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do I yield, or fight,
or simply let “it” be,
as “it” takes on the form
of love, whose name is
more ancient than creation,
more present than this moment,
more than life,
more than death,
more, just more than I have ever known…
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what mystery is this
meeting me in my darkness
meeting me, and making me
calling me out to love….?
Eternal footsteps 