We are the ones we've been waiting for but we forget. We hear that so often that it has become cliché. But really and truly, we can only experience the delight and the wonder of being ourselves.
Below is an excerpt from one of my poems, where I reflect on this further:
I want to be at one with the universe.
and my angel told me if I were truly at one with the universe, I wouldn't feel love or taste the tears when my eyes weep
and if I were one with the universe, I wouldn't be surprised by the chill delight of a strawberry in the heat of a summer's day
and I wouldn't yearn for the embrace of my children
and the feeling of my love in the moment I proposed to her in the hot winter eve under the Sante Fe sky–that feeling when your heart stops–nervous with excitement while simultaneously knowing the world was yours to own.
I was sure my angel didn't understand the intention behind my words. After all even angels make mistakes.
My angel persisted. … You may choose to become the apple, or become the love, or become the astonishment but you won't experience it as a feeling, you'll experience it as a knowing, as it is, because you will have become one with it. …
It's that oneness, that breath, that moment, that journey, that solar system from deep inside you, waiting, yearning, hoping, believing, you will discover–that's the being deep down you want to become one with.
It's not the universe we are searching for; it's not the oneness of all there is that awaits us. It is only ourselves that we are waiting for! It is ourselves that we desire to become one with!
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