You woke me from a dream of absence, and as that empty world dissolved, another world of presence took its place. This other world is not elsewhere. In the dream, I was. I was living as if without You. Where am I without You?
An orchid stalk in a blue vase placed just so on the garden wall suddenly drops two flowers. When You go, I go too.
I only came here to be with You. You called to me: “Come, Beloved!” I fell out of a dark, soulless world and into love, for You are love, and You woke me to You, to this love – I, who am nothing but Your love, awakening to You.
This is how we are, this love. Beyond perception or conception, it’s here we make our bed. Having made our bed, we’ll rise and greet the daylight. In that dawning radiance there will be no place where Love leaves off and something else creeps in. There is nothing else, just this expanding light that will not end. This is how we are, this love.