How tangled we are

in the journey back to God,

the ever-winding, no two ways the same,

trial and error, washing the mirrors

of our own perceptions, struggles and joys of it.

But your way and my way, they quiver the web,

shimmer the web of which all

is part.

My awakening is your awakening

and back again,

waves of the One ocean

mothering every being, each singular thing,

into itself

again.

Nature recognizing its true nature,

life falling into love

with Life.

Here we are,

discovering what never

wasn’t there.

How funny.