every blink of the eye is for you the incoming breath is of you the outgoing breath goes back to you the sight of seeing belongs to you
the movement of wind air the flight of the bird are the actions of your creation when walking the body is afloat on an ocean of love
my love your love is it not all love the finger touches and its you i feel hearing the voices of the heart its the pulse of divinity that surrounds all
how was it that life had been full without you and yet now with you the emptyness is overflowing this bliss this satchitananda exists only if befriended by the soul tie me in the knots of your bondage for they serve to hold me in your arms
forgive me for my wanting like a drowning man in need of air do i gasp for your presence this blink of the eye i give this thought of you i give to you.