Infinite

Who I really am

Who you really are

Cannot fully be contained

Within the space of this body

Of this heart

If we are wounded

By the dream of separation

We learned to dream

When we were torn or born

From the place of oneness

We originally inhabited

Then the experience of the wound

Becoming conscious

Often takes us

Deep into an ocean

Where all is infinite

Infinite sadness

Infinite joy

Infinte despair

Infinite being

When we finally feel the flood and fire

Rushing forth

And the perimeters we erected

To keep ourselves safe dissolving

Then a love like we have never known

Awakens in our breast

A love so vast

We barely know

How or if we can contain it

Then we know we are

Only smalls spark

Of a far greater sun

That gives birth to us all