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God is but love, and so am I

If I close my eyes, follow my breath and descend into my sacred garden,
love smells like green grasses,
fresh, crisp, with the earthen musk rising as a heavy bottom note,
salty and brined and wet

I push through dense jungle, tropical rain forest toward light,
my way dappled by crystal glimpses of the prize.

Then I stop. I look around. I remember,
I am the prize,
this moment both the beginning and the endless

A bright shaft of light finds its way to me,
where I stand in remembrance
of my ancient identity
I am whole

Amen