letter to healer, healing herself 9/20/17

please just send me your self love shared.

I want your self-loving to be the strength of you

working the miracle of you upon yourself,
deeply focused, where by that field in service to you,
also sheds its value and worth on me
as incidental to its original cause of you healing you.
please be the intuitive precision of your higher self,
beyond the personage of you
but still the blessed and essence of you.
each cell nursed by this vibratory wisdom

of your spirit beyond physical circumstance.
be electric before recognition names it.
be the higher self of you before identity curbs you

into the storied account.
be before time gave you a cursory means of expression.
there is a ruthless radiance to you

that does not seek emotional clarity

as its grounding or its means.
you offend no one's spirit

by being your authentic higher self.
even if others have contracted with you

for their more apparent needs
and answers to their claimed predicaments.
nurturance exudes out of you without verbiage.
it is up to each person to receive

that environment of worth from you,
in their version of self evolution

and the path that is theirs to pursue.
I ask you to focus intuitively but not for results.
just to be available for deeper perception

and more comprehensive acumen . . . .
then the obligation of response

as others would want to receive it.
you provide a rigor for others,

more than just answers.
some will not be distracted by resolve.
some will in-breath the spirit you offer

and feel supported and served
by that precious presence of you.
others will be only result oriented.
both, you have given blessing to.
I want to call you out into the void of your being.
before and without what circumstance

and experience has lucidly provided.
be where we, you and I,

have inward conversing without words.
be there, before feelings in contrast steel it away.
be where you are the oversoul
and revel in the expression of you

from there that is and is further possible.
you are there as the spirit of oneness.
there, ruthless radiance is not perceived in negative terms.
it is a coming home to where before

form and matter and circumstance,
before any sense of insulation, isolation

and separation ever existed.
There, wings, if so perceived, are made of sky,
ever unfolding to take up beyond perception's reach.
the void of you is blessed and blessed

as verbs is being and then beyond.
be tears that fly you.
be before recognition as we are.
be the soft eddies of self love

that bring your body back into motion
and broadcast.
I am only a lighthouse away

but live for the ocean we are......