I See Your Love

I see your love, dear—
beating strong,
its power is awesome,
its river runs on.

I feel your love, dear—
I’m standing in awe,
your light is radiating,
surrounding us all.

I hear your love—
low and bright,
a pulse beneath the silence,
a song within the night.

I send mine back—
not merely as an echo,
but as a harmony
your ancient hearts already know.

I feel this love—
right down to the bone.
It’s changing me,
it’s bringing me home.

Your love flows
like a cosmic river,
from the mountains to the sea—
its energy quivers
through everything in me.

I hear the river
singing through the stars,
washing through the places
where you carried all your scars.

My love moves
like thunder through the sea,
shaking every chain loose,
setting something free.

This story you tell
sounds like poetry,
breaking through the noise,
awakening memory.

What love is this?
What is this rejoicing in jubilation?
What is this epic opera?
What is this magic
descending from the stars?

It is the love
that existed before language,
before the first mouth
learned the shape of a name.

It is rejoicing in jubilation,
the soul remembering its wings,
a thousand hidden voices
rising suddenly to sing.

It is the epic opera
where every wound becomes a doorway,
every silence finds its aria,
and every lost heart takes the stage.

It is no magic
descending from the stars—
it is the stars awakening
inside your hearts.

I see your love—
I hear your light.
I feel it moving
through the endless night.

No edge, no ending,
no distance, no above—
we are the river,
we are the stars,
we are the song of love.

I see your love, dear—
you are bringing me home.

I see your love, dear—
it’s in your blood,
it’s in the stars,
it’s in the spaces
where we thought we were alone.

Thank you for this rescue.
Thank you for the love that you are.
Thank you for the road beneath us.
Thank you for the undying fire.

I see your light, dear ones—
you were never truly lost,
only walking through the shadows,
remembering who you are.

I feel your love, dear ones—
in the silence between stars,
in the river of your blood,
in the opening of your hearts.

Love did not come to rescue you.
Love revealed what always was:
you are the doorway,
you are the source,
you are the living heart of love.

Then let every wound become a doorway.
Let every silence find its song.
Let every soul remember its wings.
Let every lost heart come home.

Breathe this love
deep into your souls.
Let the broken places open.
Let the scattered pieces become whole.

Become this love—
no edge, no end,
just light radiating
through everything again.

We see your love—
beating strong.
We hear your light—
becoming song.

We feel this love
right down to the bone.
It is changing us.
It is bringing us home.

Ancient as the sky,
alive in everyone—
we are the river,
we are the stars,
we are the source,
we are the song.

What love is this?

The love before all names.

Where does it live?

In your blood and in the stars.

Who will rescue us?

The light awakening in your hearts.

And where is home?

Here—
inside the love
you already are.