I always thought you would come to me
in the shape of a beautiful lover
I never dreamed you would steal my heart
with no shape at all
I always pretended I needed arms to hold me
and lips to kiss away my pain
yet I find fulfillment
in the embrace of empty space
I always wished you would speak to me
with words of tender sweetness
now I know you whisper silently
of your undying love
I always knew I would find you
although I foolishly looked with my eyes
you were here all along
hiding just out of sight in my heart
From Gifts With No Giver, a collection of nondual poetry by Nirmala
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