You are like the connectedness of things: the invisible strings, the wideness of plains and the coolness of air, time stretched out like a ribbon of stars. I walk in your aura. I listen to your awesome quietness. Your breathing makes my heart beat.

I am the blessed one – loving you like this. It lets me be the oneness of things; lets your river run through me. And you are never more than falling sky away. No further than tides.

When I feel like this, there is no space between us, no time apart.

I remind myself of this when I am alone – when I am questioning – and all the knots dissolve, and a kind of music plays. And whenever I hear that song, you are here beside me, and I am like love itself.

Radiating.