When you disappear into worry

the mountains miss you.


The sky yearns

for your company.


The earth

longs for your step.


And the Beloved inner self

aches for your return.


Any moment,

when that longing calls,

come back,

awaken to the now

where the bliss enfolds you

in its luminous blanket.


Love hugs you

in its eternal embrace.


And you master

all of creation.

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