The wound we feel
as a deep longing
as a deep inadequacy
as a deep aloneness
Is the calling of Yourself
to connect with your True Nature
to trace you back to You
to bring you Home to Me …
Wonderwalk
Walking to the WONDER of the SILENCE in you
Wonderwalk 
YOu might enjoy the poetry section of my blog too! Here is one of the poems that remind me of this one you have written:
Changling
It happens. When the molting season
flays and tugs and pulls, asking me:
What are you Becoming?
When the layers fall away
from what was there
all along. And reveal
that the center cannot hold
because the center that was real
in the dream
is unreal
in the waking.
And I wonder: What is truth?
Do we ever really know
ourselves, when the knower
is unreal?
And the yearning?
Is that insatiable quest,
to be seen, heard, known,
met.
Is it real?
Do we imagine only
the unknowing
is possible
Do we imagine it
because we have
forgotten
ourselves.
Feb 2009
Lori Ann, this is so beautiful!!!!!! Just love it!!!!
link to poem tab is here:https://theawakeneddreamer.com/sexy-love-poems-to-god/