No Name

No name

A soft hush—
the wind pulling itself
through strands of hair.

Enveloped in a sea of darkness—
the permission of light
still had access.
A battery of stars
needing no charge
except what already is given them.

Longing stretched its way
along the path.
A longing NOT to be filled…
this time ONLY to follow…

YOU.

You a silent voice
inside my temple’s-tent.
Residing and always 
waiting.

I love your surprised
expressions when you
say, “Good, you are here again.”

I used to ‘hear’ that expression
as if you were saying,
“Is she ever going to understand?”

Now, I realize
or I’m seeing a pattern…
A circular flow?
I’m spinning, spiraling.

I am in your Orbit
revolving through seasons—
I AM a part of ALL

THIS…

I think I hear you laughing

You who no longer
needs a Name.