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5: 2: Hold on Until We Meet
Excerpt 2 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
It is not that I do not feel Gods love,
nor connectedness, I do...
Yet something remains left behind; You..
Know that I will not abandon You...
For my purpose, I feel is to lift you up...
In lifting you up, I am lifted...
Do not give up, hold on until we meet
however far away...
The human struggles do not cease...
The poring over minutia do not...
Envision the big picture, My Love and wait...
When we meet, the cycle will close, the duality
will end...I see you...I feel you...I hear you,,,
As rushing waters flow it will surround you
from every inch...
No area will be left untouched...
You will absorb it and balance me at last in a
final eclipsing event...
Hold on against the pull of madness, the
tire of weakness, the glare of emptiness...
Be empty and hear the echo of your own voice
that I might hear it...
Ask why and I shall tell you for these penned
words will you read...
As I pore out my weaknesses to reveal truth,
my words are like vital blood lost through a
wound, irretrievable...
So shall you know them, my drained heart will be
yours to consume, it is for you, My Love...
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
It is not that I do not feel Gods love,
nor connectedness, I do...
Yet something remains left behind; You..
Know that I will not abandon You...
For my purpose, I feel is to lift you up...
In lifting you up, I am lifted...
Do not give up, hold on until we meet
however far away...
The human struggles do not cease...
The poring over minutia do not...
Envision the big picture, My Love and wait...
When we meet, the cycle will close, the duality
will end...I see you...I feel you...I hear you,,,
As rushing waters flow it will surround you
from every inch...
No area will be left untouched...
You will absorb it and balance me at last in a
final eclipsing event...
Hold on against the pull of madness, the
tire of weakness, the glare of emptiness...
Be empty and hear the echo of your own voice
that I might hear it...
Ask why and I shall tell you for these penned
words will you read...
As I pore out my weaknesses to reveal truth,
my words are like vital blood lost through a
wound, irretrievable...
So shall you know them, my drained heart will be
yours to consume, it is for you, My Love...
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