On a deep blue moon, I am reminded of a particular sensitivity, an elegance and intuition which sees into and beyond things as if united by spirit. In those moments specifically, I know that it is all I ever wish to know.
Like I am running into the arms of the truest star, received by a breath of love that raises the hairs on my neck and makes the world disappear. The touch of a beloved drowns me gracefully in hope, reminding me of what was, and reassuring me that I am whole as I began. You are there, greeting me with longing and finesse.
This familiar dream comes to me like a gilded message unto the brightest eye.
Sometimes I wonder if I have emptied myself, but I wonder then what this feeling can be, that this body and mind may be of service to love and greater truth, a tome of solace and an anchor of unity. I wonder where I left bits of hope and optimism behind, what it was that caused me to hide away into myself, and how graceful my return shall be. I have only hope and faith left, and I know this is all I began with.
When you read my writing, know how fully I feel drawn into the force of the infinite, that force which we are all unknowingly at the center of. I wish for you to be all that you are, for us all to be the best that we can be. I hope that my word touches you. It is what shows up, brilliantly; and how beautifully has it appeared to me, in time withdrawn.