Weeping, I went to find my Lord and heard, "Woman, for whom are you looking?" I saw the mundane, the ordinary, the gardener.

Then you whispered my name, and my mind resonated with an energy that turned my body, seeking to hear it again.

You had whispered my name, and my soul lifted, drawn to its Beloved.

You whispered my name, and the heavy veil that had darkened my inner being dissolved, your light spilling in.

The echo of my name from your lips kissed my grieving heart, setting off a thousand explosions of love.

Joy resurrected from my deepest space.

My Master had found me.