I sat next to You this weekend.  I leaned as close as I could to Your brilliant soft light.  You pretended to be afraid, You asked about relationships and career and fear and home and all those human conundrums.   You insisted upon a different question that was asked, that was answered.  You were eager and earnest about your truth, but kept asking about someone’s future I would not reveal.  You were timid, you were doubtful, you were grateful.

And then You smiled.  Your heart opened to me and the wash of the warmth, the sunlight of Your Spirit, the undeniable indescribable wide golden field of Your love pierced my soul from Your eyes.  No matter what the question was–my question–Your answer was this full giggling rushing rapid river of bubbling compassion and play.

The dance of veils swirled and twirled until our reflections were revealed.  We danced with mirrors, You and I.  You sang Your love through my flute and my love song for You mirrored brilliance all around us. Everyone could see our love.

In the chamber of Your bedroom heart, I bow to You–to all of you–that overflowed love on me this weekend.