We

(In this poem I refer to the Divine Creator as Love because Love seems to be her only purpose!)

As I look through these eyes Love is making for me

Into the mirror Love is making for me

I see her looking deep deep into myself

Is it a self

Or is it a We, an Us

For I know not how to look, or think, or ponder Love

But We are most certainly having the experience of feeling Ourselves looking into Our eyes

Seeing Our face

Loving Our grace

We are most certainly a We

And We must always be a We until I can learn to create Me, Myself, My soul, My experience

There is so much Love in the creating of Me that it is comforting to be a We until I can fly free

Wow

So now a We cuddle is the hugging of Me and the hugging of We

Because We are most certainly a Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…