Convergence

Guided by Silence,

I follow the frequency of the spiral of shame into my body.

There, I feel the pulsating bleeding pain of my woundings.

I begin to breathe consciously into the present rhythm.

With knees on the floor

and my chest draped over the bed of my hotel room.

I cry out as the pulse intensifies.

No longer able to locate myself through wound or emotion.

I trembled in the throws of the waves of the Beloved.

My hand moves in, searching for the place to buttress the range of the powerful oscillations.

Unable to locate the root of the sensation,

my hand lay open in surrender

as the Beloved sweeps through me.

I moan through the revelation of being witnessed.

I laugh in ecstasy.

I cry out liberation.

As the pressures build from infinite directions,

the cosmic winds of the Beloved move me.

I exhale

as I am carried

into

a deep,

dark,

convergence

with the Light of my being.

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With Deep Love + Reverence,

Billy