a daylight dream

   I sat in the grass and gave thanks to every blade of grass, ‘ I’ll see you ’ reverberating in my heart. That one echo that accompanied our hearts with every gaze between us, my dear heart. My eyes have softened these days. A glimmer of love may arouse them into a lifelong, annihilating sacredness. But they soon know, annihilation only truly becomes with Him. The gift is to experience the fragmented mirrors we are before the oneness of time. The fragment that I am, perhaps I am ready, to return home. A heart has spoken at last— a togetherness with its whole. What does patience mean when a heart can fully surrender receivership? And how do a thousand longings look like when they’re received? It’s the return. The airplane. An invisible string tying home to the truest Home.

August, you're going. How sweet of you to pass by so amiably, leaving behind a spirit that has glimpsed a transformation, hopefully one that lasts for a while longer than my idea of a lifetime. I'm not here to say much and ramble about endless details of how my days went by. Perhaps it is time to recover themes and reconnect pieces of myself I've always felt attuned to. I'm leaving in a few days. It feels quite wonderful this time, to say ' i'll see you ' to everything I've loved here, especially all the trees and skies. This is what I'm here to reflect upon; this timeless connection to all things, and taking it all with me wherever I go: the stillness of summer, the initiation of the goodbye and the harvest. It's important for me to see things through my heart. I learned so much about myself this month. I learned about my propensities towards being extremely harsh, limitless and otherwordly, which allows me to lose connection with people and rea...

Upon silence, I’m reconnected to the ocean-like wavelengths within me. Your eyes span my ethereal dimensions so enchantingly and I become a drop that holds everything here. A drop merging in drops, boundaries collapse— melting into your ever-presence. A channel between our gazes, dear one.  Love . A realm beyond our own, and I’m here in receivership, my heart overflowing in your purity, not a drop of otherness within you. All at once, I’m not sure how to be like this— in this ancient knowing, in the eternal kiss, in a coalescence of universes. You have told me how one cannot tread this presence but without God’s righteous path. A  togetherness . A bond sealed with sacredness. A right to venture deep into it fearlessly, shamelessly, boundlessly. But like this, I’m overcome with the limits of time. Tears well in my eyes for I see it— somewhere, but not here; sometime, but not now. Yet, this is the only time and space we know but have never been to. Talk to me , my love. Don’t le...