Beloved, it was you

Beloved, it was you.

You were there even
when I was looking elsewhere.

You, sitting my my heart
just waiting for me,
providing sustenance
all the while.

Even when I cried,
tears flowing deeply
I didn’t see you return
each tear back in love.

It was also you,
who whispered to my heart,
each breath making it soar
in moments of bliss.

And yet, I didn’t know,
I kept looking, seeking,
trying to find you.

And there you were,
everywhere within,
between the paradox,
yet the whole.

Beloved, it was you.
All along.

By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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