Kissing the sky

Right now I cannot distinguish
between loving you
or loving God more.
All that is clear is how
every second of my existence
longs to stand on that mountaintop
among the windswept trees
with the hair brushed from my face
so that nothing
lies between me
and kissing the sky
with my whole being.

Come now Child

Back, back again
to square one.
Come back now Child,
learn again how to give,
wholly,
unselfishly,
to give and give again
without the thought of return.
Come back to the deep quiet gateway
within you,
the vast dream-webbed entry to
All That Is.
Come now Child,
free your heart
from all that you burden it with,
let it open as wide
as the rainbowed eggshell sky,
let it be as bright & clear
as the light of a thousand suns
shining forth into the future
upon all of the gifts
that are waiting there
for you to meet them.
Come Child,
learn again the simple joy
of one foot in front
of the other,
let each step
bring you into the newness
of every Thing
before you.