When my eyes behold you, 
It as the thirsty Pilgrim sees the oasis rising from the red and burning sand.  
As the wandering  
Lost seek their home in God, 
In the
ONE WHO IS
So does my soul reach to you. 
For in you I have seen that which was lost so long ago 
That Time has long forgot that once it was.
 
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Discontent is the restless soul’s lot,
to wander time
 Space in vain,
Search for that which was ripped apart
in the first horrid sin,
The disconnection

Of those who were once part of
The truth
in the heart of 
I AM WHO AM

 
We are apart in That Which Has No Reality.  
Is it not passing odd that
when we speak
We understand; we lose our fears
 yet fear still grips me.