Grounded

I’ve got to get grounded, or so I tell myself - feeling completely untethered as I gaze heart ward toward you - have to get on with my life - have to be separate and ok - have to be my own rock and island in the face of your sea. I tell myself I must be strong - have a long time to be in this - so how do I find my own ground - when ours is inseparable. We are in a group field together and these last two weeks have seen my heart come on line in the loudest tones - longing great than ever - the tumult in me is insane - I love you, I love you - ringing though every part of me. And this desire to remain centred is being challenged - this part that wont’ speak the deep truths turns on its head - for it is my crucifixion - to stay on the cross though I haven’t the slightest idea why - And to tell you over and over - deep and deeper that I am yours - will die for you - live for you - the personal love is not separate from the bigger love, is not separate from the bigger love, is not, not separate. Through me this charge goes - ripping the doors off their hinges - this is the fury and riot of my house - the house of my love for you. The anger I feel to make you mine all mine and the depths that cry out - please, please, please be mine. And the quiet voice that says: it is good, this is good, All is well. Well, I’m in travail and I don’t think its going away until this first landing of the temple is done. I am in the foundations - the concrete poured slab has my seed in it - has my heart in it and boy do I feel it. Stretched out ready for the weight of a house and home and the pain and transfiguration of the world upon it. In my wildest dreams I couldn’t write this ancient homecoming to a one, a land, and a purpose. You are there, I am here - there is no difference - and if there is - it’s the slightest, of least concern to the life that runs up and down our bodies - earth to heart - hear to base and all the way to the moon and beyond.