Whole Self

Lynda Allen

 

He astounds me.

So true He stands despite my resistance.

So long I was not open to Him

So long He waited patiently at the edges of my awareness, while I danced with She.

Now He stands before me urging, without daring, me not to look away.

Can I hold His gaze?

I feel like I have before, long ago, before I lost my memory of my whole self.

He stirred the memory though in His quiet ways, and some not so quiet,

Until I began to reawaken to Him.

Now I stand before Him, daring, not urging, myself not to look away.

I lift my eyes to His

and see only myself

He is everything I am and I am everything He is.

He knew this all along, knew this was the memory I had forgotten.

The longer we look at each other the more I remember our oneness.

Knowing I have been denying not Him, but myself, I return home

My whole self.

All poetry, stories, writings and drawings copyright Lynda Allen

Edgeless

Lynda Allen

 

A place of the heart where the edges are blurred

Until they no longer exist

As they never did

She believed them to be real

And so they were for a time

Time now gone along with the edges

 

She wanders where she had not dared before

Eyes and heart wide open

All senses keen

The entire Universe laid out before her

Awe and joy her companions

 

So much she had not seen

Always there but always unreachable

Until she let them fall away

Those edges that weren’t

 

Echoing and silent at once

Expansive and close

Empty and full

Everything like a memory drifting by

Half remembered yet out of reach

 

She stumbles a time or two

Across others’ edges

Before she realizes they are not real for her either

Even if they believe them to be for themselves

 

She simply reaches across them

Into the heart of them

And gently knows them

 

The touch upon their hearts felt

As she bridges the boundaries

They so clearly see

Erasing them for just a moment,

The glimpse of knowing enough

 

She wanders on

Through a world becoming more familiar

Despite its ever transforming nature

Feeling rather than seeing now

Joy in motion

Flows freely without edges