O Love,
Beyond the confines
Of the walls
I have assembled
Lies a land
Of my deepest longing.
Its landscape a vision
Of a world I but partially see.
But every now and again
A door is opened
And the beauty
And possibility
And reality
Of all that surrounds
And holds
The fortress
I have fashioned
Is revealed.
And so my longing
For you, O Love,
Grows.
Indeed you are
The longing
Of my heart
In my heart
For my heart.
For there is
No separation
In all of creation
Save for the walls
I have fashioned
To keep me safe
In my illusions
Of self-sufficiency.
O Love,
Dismantle the me
Of my making
That I may be
Created anew
Again and again
By the love You are
And for which
You have given me
The very breath
Of life.
Yes, love,
Let this be
My deepest longing.
And let it lead me
Through the doorway
Whereby I may discover
The beauty
Of Your varied vistas
And the delight
You intend
For the world
And for me.