When we are together
the universe makes love to itself;
and when your eyes meet mine,
there is no longer a you and me,
just one light, bright, warm,
giving meaning to living, breathing,
passing days, years, aeons.
Is there really a “you” and a “me?”
The question passes through the mind,
teasing the human form.
When we are apart, is as we are not;
your warmth, our warmth, is always in me,
is always in you, is … everywhere.
“Apart” is illusion, just a word.
Together. One. Each breath,
in the space between thoughts.
Infinite light, filling hearts,
playing cosmic melodies