Love let me go where you go

This has been the craziest two years of my life. I still cant wrap my head around what's happened. It has been so exhausting. I don't know if I have truly rested since. I miss being able to. It feels like there is an endless flow of energy and activity running through me at all times. It feels overwhelming like it is unsafe to let down a vigilant posture. At times lately, I have felt more like myself. Like an old me or a real me that extends further back than two years ago. But that feeling of true self is competing for space in my consciousness with this new, unrelenting activity. Like I'm living out two realities at once, or gradually shifting from one to the other. It's an experience that words can't truly describe, but a divided sense of reality is probably as close as im going to get. I am grateful to be reintegrating whole parts of self, and the spaciousness, emptiness is rejuvenating. Its not empty like the vacancy of loss, but full like the emptiness of the sky, full with the knowledge granted in the ethers. The implications of existence that occur without extension or effort. Just the inheritance of interconnectedness, oneness. Love. The support of the universe. I always forget its there until its there again and then I am it.
The tension always builds in my chest. My heart holds the pressure of many places. Many conversations. It can all dissolve so easily. I never knew space travel would be so complicated. Like riding a wild horse. My mind dictates the course and i haven't learned to let my mind be still yet. All this was always happen just now i see. I see love. Part of a web. I cant find the source of love. I look for it in the pictures of past lovers. I can never arrive at a destination. It is never there. Maybe its because love is always moving, kind of the way my spirit does now. Maybe i can learn to go where love goes. Then i would always be free, always be empty, always open wide, and always at rest. Love, let me go where you go.