So she stopped seeking...

She realised her love was lost as soon as she attributed it to being outside of her.

The long search for the Beloved always took her to that same place;

the invisible boundary between how far she thought her heart could reach,

and the expanse of the cosmos.

The altar of her heart became a dedication to the union

of all that was lost and forgotten within her.

Sitting before her, enthroned by all of her offerings of longings,

lived the divine masculine of her own being.

Forsaken in preference to outwardly forms that hid his radiance from her,

He never once left the throne.

He never once doubted that she would come.

There was not a hint of anger in his eyes, No shaming or disappointment.

He held her in love just as he had always done,

and will continue to do

in their temple of sacred union.