The Beloved

Here in the dark I found you my beloved

Also my lost self

All dressed in rags

Left to tend the fires that burned

Never started by your own hand

It was with a deeper recognition

That I wept

When I realised finally you were not stranger

Only my rejected self

So in need of love and compassion

For you never seemed to find a home

In society

And if you were for so many years

The hermit

The dark weaver of torments and dreams

Then it was not an illness that overcame you

But an initiation that you sensed

Calling you to solitude

And then a man came from the ocean

Wanting to claim you

But the wounds were written on him

And how you struggled

Knowing you could never live in his world

And so you were forsaken again

But not by him

It was really you who abandoned yourself

As we all do before consciousness comes

But now things have changed

And lately you are finding your world rearranged

As you recognise

The Beloved

Must first of all be found from within

For without love for our real self

We are but an empty vessel

Sounding out pain

That like a magnetic force can only bring to us

More of the same

But when love instead fills our empty spaces

Then we are ready truly to embrace another

Ready to truly meet and manifest

The Beloved