Unvisited
I have been away, out of contact with myself, lost in non-action.
Unvisited, I drift.
Is love reaching me, but unfelt?
If I’m not in the service of relating with love, receiving and giving love (always) then I’m not living.
Then I’m not me. I’m not love.
I know who I am, I know why I’m here.
Yet, I forget myself, my purpose, and who I am.
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