An Us

Before there was an us
there was only an I 
an unknown you 
a long forgotten we
 
Stumbling as an I
I passed by strangers 
wondering if they would be
The One 
Hopeful, yet unbelieving 
faith would fall
on dull and deaf ears 
The I, in me 
secretly smirking 
Oh yes, yes you could 
 
Yet no matter how long
I searched in the crowd 
my gaze was set 
in a land far beyond 
the home off a love 
that cover ever set me free 
 
For hiding in my hurt
and dancing with my doubt 
was a light and peaceful presence 
nameless and misunderstood 
sleeping with my sadness 
dreaming 
being 
knowing 
there would be no finding you 
until the true revealing of me 
 
The me that had yearned 
that had longed to just listen 
that believed the deep work 
had already been done 
 
With generosity and kindness 
flowing freely from my heart 
I had breathed in acceptance 
and smelled pure joy 
all in the space 
I called real compassion 
 
How could there be more?
I cried out to myself
Was there really more to do?
Or was it indeed now time
to rest and simply be?
 
Surely more voices to hear I knew 
Yet as I went on listening 
to the hurt all around
the trickle would begin 
one drop at a time 
 
Dripping from places
I never knew had air
the crevices
of me 
where pain called home 
and disbelief
stayed for tea 
 
Slowly 
seeping and steeping 
you emerged 
making way for the flood 
I could
and would never see 
 
Release I said 
Release me please 
For the clearing was here 
with the rebirth of my flame 
fire with water 
reflected you were 
in this new found flow 
 
And the sun, silently shining 
on your soft and stellar surface 
revealing a skin 
a self 
a soul 
that was oh so real 
realer than anything
I could ever hope to see 
 
And whisper you would 
with the birds at your back 
to speak to the heart 
from which you were born 
 
Thank you 
my dear 
for letting go of you
uncovering the me 
forever held by two 
 
But now you must 
forget this face 
and discard my name 
for there is only an Us 
from whence we came 
 
As we walk as one 
Divines 
so small 
for the nourishing
of Us 
and the flourishing
of All