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Dear Love,

I write to you, not to change the world between us. I write to you, to come closer to the truth of you and I as one.

We are forever mysteries to each other, subjective perspectives floating into each other’s fields of being, dreams materializing and then falling away, shadows of light meandering through time.

There must exist an ‘in between’ where we dance and intermingle, entwine upon each other’s flesh, even in passing, even though we only ever come and go.

You and I must enter, if we are ever to return.

And if we are to return, we must enter.

The pleasure of being, an intensity of emotions, unveil who and what you and I might be.

Life living itself…

Awareness somehow arrived as you, awareness with a point of view.

Waving, shifting, melting, joining, leading, centering, flowing…

Stillness…

Appears as you are, as I am, as we are spinning about each other, loving what is, even when we’ve forgotten.

Be blessed, stay sexy, stay beautiful, stay as you wish,
Emeric Damian