here they come

August 7, 2011

Your soul mate lives inside you.
God hooked you up with your own heart
when you took your first breath.
With a lover like that, you should be satisfied!

Meet the one who turns this ray of seeking
inward: bask in the shimmer of folded wings.
Come home, there is something delicious
bubbling in the kitchen of your body.

If there was ever a journey, it ends here.
The world is the pilgrim, not you.
All creatures enter the doorway of your face
searching for a hearth, a fireside.

Greet each one with the name Beloved,
a cup of soup and common bread.
Some of them seem to have nowhere to go
but You.

– Fred LaMotte

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