You beheld me always in your stream. ‘I’ always knew that. Though I didn’t always allow myself to heal, to swim, to freely dwell and expel.
I was comfortable in my discomfort. Then I dwelled more and more. Longer and longer. I learned. I opened. Became braver as I witnessed you holding me.
I blossomed. I saw and I allowed myself to know,
to appreciate my knowing. I know, knew, am, was.
I am the teacher, the master, the student, the mother, the father, the faithful, the unfaithful.
I am all. I am bold. Capable. Deep. Resounding.
I am star dust, the fire.
the embers and ash,
the phoenix, the raven, the sky.
I am the moon, the sun, the dance.
I am the moved, the yearning, the anger.
I am bliss, peace, choice.
I am you. I see in my-self, you.
I can feel my spirit, my soul of souls remember itself.
Oh how it feels good to feel. Really feel, as though for the very first time.
To dance and swim, to jump and joyously devour your endless beauty.
I hold You. I hold.
I hold You sacred.
I hold You in my very self because You are my-self.
I see that now. There is room to behold now. You.
There is aware-capacity to hold hold You. Sacredness. I recognize You.
I can laugh with You now, my friend.
Sacred source that fills me and replenishes my very essence with Spirit-Gold.
I hear Your whisper. I feel Your giddiness. Your aspiration. Your hope.
Simply-known. What I hold sacred is You.