But Slowly 
 
After the overriding belief that I needed holding 
Came the gentle feeling of holding for me
But slowly 
In a regular gentle steady vibration 
Shone the holding itself 
The me is not really there 
It’s inconsistent and chaotic
And altogether temporary 
But the holding is always there 
It holds the me when the me is there 
But slowly 
There is only the holding 
And the me dissolves in that love of the holding 
The holding is love 
There is only love 
Even in the imaginary realm of time 
The love is all there is