The Precious Shape of You

Imagine an impossibly huge room,

it stretches away from you all directions,

in front, behind, above, below.

It stretches in time and in space

and you are held, surrounded by that space,

by the fractal depth of this unfolding creation.

The space is full of ideas, dreams, planets, mountains and stars.

yet when you close your eyes it is all gone,

only the space surrounds you,

there is nothing to hold onto.

Your ideas of yourself slip like water through your fingers.

here you are,

incarnated into form

moving or appearing to move

through this endless creation.

You are adrift in the one ocean

but you are joined to love

by love, in love. 

The intimate, precious shape of you,

not your dreams, your name or your body

but the one who rises when everything is quiet

the intimate, private landscape of you

that you only share with god.

Even your lover has never been close to

Not your friends or your parents,

they know but the faintest hint of the fragrance of this flower.

You and the love know the colour, the shape, the texture

you sense every movement, every tiny turning

each petal, the deep reds

and the soaring blues.

In the quiet moments when you rest your being

this intimate wonder

that is you

is where you lay your head.

Love loves the love you are.

In the endless unfolding spiral of creation

you have a home

in the sweetest deepest fullest expression of the love that is you.

This heart, this being, this fragment of light

is loved beyond all knowing

and that love is your anchor in this endless sea.

When it seems that you will drown in culture, voices and dreams of becoming

when it seems you must prove yourself again and again in the human arena,

and show who you are, succeed, be and become,

when the endless craving for approval 

and position

is at an end

and you rest your head on the pillow at night

reach,

reach gently, tenderly

with certainty

for the true shape of you

and in the mirror of god

understand the depth of the love that you are

and the wonder of the love that holds you here

a single heart

beating the truth of you

through all the vast reaches of the silence

into which you are born

over and over and over again.