7 Missed Calls

In the early Dawn of my remembering I dreamed you left me 7 missed phone calls 

So that I would wake up to this moment of love

and Know 

So-ham ~

I am That. 

Melt

Don't keep so cold, Beloved..

Or you will let the Little Light

The Sweet candle 

That I keep lit for you

Here at your altar 

Go out

Stay and melt a while, Beloved

Lean In and let go 

Of those old ideas you had 

About letting Love sit outside your door 

Singing your song

And wanting only 

To Give

~*~

I Am That

Yes, Divine Beloved, I am peaceful. Peaceful and blessed that you have given me my Mantra so I would wake up to this moment of love: The Dawn of my own Remembering. All that Striving once required to come up through karmic canal now purified by Holy Fire into sweet and devotional Surrender.. a dear and blissful bunny now, remembering and even Knowing that I am walking with The Friend.... The Most Beautiful One... Protected, safe, sanctified. Simply knowing and Being there in a bath of Truth, a balm of Trust. Golden Egg in hand and mind and compassionate heart.. a most Perfect heart carved out of suffering itself. And now Adhikara too, the Authority to speak of it, the Ownership to give it away... the Knowing How. All of those things, Beloved, I am all of all of those things. Because of you, I Am That.