I can’t feel it. I’ve looked perhaps in the wrong places. How can I believe. It’s always changing faces.

Facing my fear. My face is the reflection. Reflecting a yearning of a unified connection.

Connecting the dots dotted by the trail of teardrops dripping down to the path compacted by my travel.

The road is of gravel. Always shifting underneath my step. It’s a wonder I’m here based on the ever changing quest.

I keep questioning. Redefining. Reminding. Minding my mindfulness and losing my cheer.

Chin up. Closer. The clearing is nearer.

The irony is it’s been present all the time. The love that shows up over and over is mine.

From me. Let me be clearer. I’ve been denying the dying for myself. I’ve been shattering my mirror.

The endlessness must come from in here. In my soul and out to top tier.

Can you hear? Can you see the connectivity is me to myself and myself to me?

The only love that is greater than this is still out of reach. Love me maybe.

But it is me I want love to see. Ultimately and passionately, for me, does your soul scream..

unseen be revealed.

Heart be healed.

Let me look into me, let me love me, let me feel love, let love be.