Hungry for fish

I called in the wellspring and your water poured down.
I wrote down, "BUZZ," and in another dream bees were creating honey, and for me too.
Swinging in the space of in-between.
Unknowns and all the could be's -
but this where creation lies.

Body moving - heart pumping -
sway with me here in this spaciousness.

We call in your Astounding love -
I prostrate full onto carpet, it's dirty but not soot.
Blessings pour out and it's not even asking of you.

Just be in this right here - kisses on ground-
yes, there are so many ways to kneel but I just want You - and the yearning is full and possible.

I said, "I miss you," because my heart was yearning for the body of another when all there is is You.

My body belongs to your wellspring.
So when I ask for joy, it's You I'm seeking -
to fill me with your overflowing love.

In this inter-web of being-ness, my soul quenches for your stream.
But I am that stream, and the fish inside -
I'm hungry with the fishermen,
I'm the boat and the boy on the dock laughing out loud since he saw a duck quack and bob.

But come back to me here, since this dream is mine now
and the swinging was always the best part.

I wont fall, even if I try.

Since your wings hug my torso and I am alive inside of You.