Looking Back

Looking back, I see her walking away

down a path I could not follow.

Had I told her I love her?

How do I say in words that

which is beyond words?

Will she understand when I say that

“being” with her gives meaning to my life,

and yet I would gladly give this up

to see her where she needs to be?

My body aches to be with her in this place

where time stands still and

the whole of creation

is perfected within us.

I know that we have always been lovers

since the beginning of time.

But the illusion still binds her

and I can do nothing but stay in love,

and wait for the veils to lift,

and the healing to begin again.