I AM deeply touched by the un-
speakable nature of your work.
It's the realm of mystics and poets,
painters and Blake, Saint-Germain, and
Saint-Marie too, for that matter.

I AM deeply touched by the un-
speakable nature of your caress,
as ascending--while remaining embodied--
we cross over into the Fifth Dimension.

I AM deeply touched by the un-
speakable nature of your holding,
as lovingly guided and cradled, we
choose to fly free; or not?

I AM deeply touched by the un-
speakable essence of your touch;
Ascending upwards, we watch as
dis-creation recedes into watchful

Memory. The very same memory

From which I AM impelled to
Celebrate inward Guidance,

Once again, to

The very Homecoming that's capable of
throwing off the long bout of dreamy amnesia.

Gazing into the mirror, I AM deeply touched to
breathe into knowing that, Yes, too, I AM
Nothing but God.