like male pigeons...

how this love aches!
every cell in me expanded,
puffed up like male pigeons
during mating season
in springtime
trying to impress You while simultaneously stealing breadcrumbs from Your lunch —

i sit below hoping to be pummeled by a rainstorm of Your light
falling from Your lap of cosmic ecstatic proportions —
begging endlessly:
where is the sea!!!!!?

i sit...

and yet... and yet...
this form contains Me:
a vortex so concrete pulls every thought, emotions, and feeling
back and back
into the seeming-less endless cavern that is my heart!

i have infinity within Me
my head drops in humility
for the vastness of Your form
that resides just below... below...
 (not that low...)

and all my energy floods this expanding ocean...
and all that I ever wished for... simply fades away...


dear God, dear love...
has love become you yet?

dear Love, dear life...
have you become?

i love you...

has God become you, yet?

xoxo