The Highest Reach of One’s Self

I can feel her glare.
She looks out at me from the deepest recess of my mind.
I can tell.
She holds me responsible for her bonds.
Held down by my fears and inadequacies,
Fading into the fog inside,
Drawn and caught in its whirl,
She slips into the void.
This is a knowing:
In all realities, 
There is no end in sight.
None without her,
The pinnacle of my self, 
All of me as I am, and more.
I'm on a path to her.


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