Filling the places where I am longing, yearning and needing, filling the places where I am lost, alone and afraid.

Filling the longing with this love that I am becoming, this love that is taking me over.

I watch as I am willingly consumed by this love, I surrender all that I am to it, and I rest in the silken splendour of softness and expansiveness that I have become.

I am home – and I AM home.

Tears of joy, tears of grief, tears of sadness. Tears for forgetting, tears for remembering.

My sweet aching heart is swaddled and caressed and can finally rest.

I rest……… in effortlessness.

And I continue…