Shedding Skin

 Chasing shadows, dreams and clouds
this longing for you grows
looking for you everywhere, trying to "put" you in a package
the human body, I suppose

You raised me, through my mother
and I focused all my love you her
too young to realize it was you
who gave her strength
it was you, using her arms, her lap, her kisses
to wrap me, hug me, hold me

She left and I thought I had lost my world
I thought I buried the purest form of Love with her
The night you showed up, I felt "her" presence
walk into the room only to realize "she" wasn't there

That's when you told me,
"I have loved you through your mother your entire life."
I realized then, and you became real to me.
And I still look for you with skin on
trying to put you in a nice little package

I know you are alive, living inside others
and I am still wanting to keep you close with skin on.

Searching for you, chasing you
around the globe, trying to
understand why I can't hold
you tangibly.
This need to have you with skin on,
drives me, keeps me running after you.

I searched for knowledge
trying to find out where
you are hiding, even thought
you live inside me too.

You showed up, through a friend
in a book.  I learned by reading, why
I would cry a river, as a small child,
with longing, even when my mother was there.
I learned why I missed "her" even though
I was holding her hand.
It wasn't her I was longing for,
but you.

Separated as I cam to be human
from the eternally, spiritual realm you are,
I was longing to come back home to you.

You have seen my agony
my struggle to find you
my need to KNOW you are there/here
You have heard my cry to be held by you
with skin on.

Gracefully, you placed yourself in pen and ink through my dearest friend
showing me your love once again.

And I hear you saying,
"I am here.
I am in you.
I am with you.
I am holding you.
And I can be so much more . . .
to you, in you and through you by simply
shedding skin"