How can I offer what I do not understand?
How can I think of something, make a plan
When there is no knowledge to begin my path?
How can I offer my life if I learn that it is not mine?
How can I be a shell of an existence to be made concrete?
Where is this knowledge about my life?
Where is the wisdom to make this real?
A soft whisper replies; it has always been there, in your heart.
A love that it is only a dream, an idea
A love that there is no measure and no full understanding
A love so inclusive that is inconceivable
Made of a light so bright that is unbearable to your eyes
It is all there to be expanded, housed very quietly in your heart.