Have you ever wandered over the thought
that your internal beloved needs food?
The food only you can hand feed it.
The spoonfuls of kindness
and little cups of tea
That let all your existence know
The Beloved sees me! The Beloved loves me!
The Beloved is me!
Caring for this elusive Beloved is precious
For it wants to be captured and held
To be wrapped in sacred embraces of
vast eyes offering kindness
and standing under your each attempt