Longing’s Renaissance

Coming together yet again
in sacred offering
all galaxies drip through us
pointing us home.

There was never anywhere to go.

The You you search for
know this truth intimately.

—Pungent longing for your liberation
my own journey to nowhere’s bliss—

My Love, turn senses inside out
and inward to remember.
Then come again
that we may discover as one
the drops of our
universal everywhere.

R.