Have I cut wood?
built you a fire?
made you a feast?
Have I honored others in Your Name?
Felt Your Divine Presence as I was breathing?
whispered, in the midst of traffic--- inner or outer
that YOU YOU YOU
are the Divine Vessel, the Divine Well
holding my Love
in permanent perfection?
Have I come to your door, with my begging bowl washed
and given it to you
because
I need nothing
but for you to take
what I have?
I Love You
Dear Dear Beloved
and each thought
is like chime in the wind of the world
singing of You
Please Believe me, Beloved,
I Love You
Your Beloved
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