Thursday, February 08, 2018
The Beloved Shares Her Secret––poem by Dorothy
The Beloved Shares Her Secret
I can't help it.
I keep on wondering
who you are,
why you keep coming,
how you are connected to me.
I think of a face, invisible
and smiling.
And then a voice says,
"Of course, you know me.
How could you not?
I am you and I have
never left."
"When you eat,
I am the taste
of the food you swallow.
When you hear music,
I send thrills of joy
through your body.
When you sleep,
I manufacture your dreams.
When you write poems,
you speak with my tongue.
Know that I love you,
for you are mine,
crafted from the same essence,
made of the same substance,
light and burning candle,
always one."
Dorothy Walters
February 7, 2018
