The Wind beneath my feet

poem

Snow Storm — Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth, 1842, J.W.M Turner, Tate

I enter into You, and

I encounter unimaginable

worlds within me.

we become one.

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one heart,

one mind,

one voice.

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You’ve always been there.

through the whispers,

the glimpses,

the silent still Voice.

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always there, always patient.

always ahead, always waiting.

always besides, always leading.

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at once before time,

and after time.

You knew the end

from the beginning.