I am always surprised by your strength -- by how happy I am to be too weak to do anything except completely accept you. What is this power of yours? How shall I understand it?
Are you a Gathering Force?
When you come, do you collect all the parts of me that have wandered off high and low looking for you... somehow drawing them all into one place wherein their deep peace is that they once again know that they need never look for anything beyond being drawn into your gentle holding?
Or is your strength a secret Scattering Force?
Have you the power to dissolve everything? To unglue the stuff of even my most tenacious thoughts and send them back into their native nothingness... so that I too disappear... except for where your will acts as a New Nucleus softly holding an unknown me in the Heart of an unknown Core. In this pure and unknowable Place I both am -- and am not; and the strength therein is that I could not care less which case is true!
This is your strength: It absorbs, without concentrating. It looses, without losing. So... it is true: Only Love makes everything, nothing... and makes nothing, everything. Only Love. Only You.