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…