You know what I’ll never forget?

The Publix aisle, where we met eyes, shook heads, and agreed on the dark toasted pretzels—

The sweet sincerity in your voice at 4:30am in the morning when you tell me how beautiful my curls hanging down the back of my neck—

The graveyard that forgot us, or did it ever exist?—

The authentic, yet well-thought about version of yourself after 20 years, walking me through the park, reaching for my hand—

The subsiding weeks, where you lie beside me and I still listen for and celebrate the rise and fell of your breath—

And drink in the softness of your skin as you fall in and out of sleep from the disruption of your natural rhythm.

In our new discovery of Self, let us find the flow of consciousness that welcomes our journey through metaphysical connectivity—

No longer let us leave room for things that pull us away from the Divine Current. Only then shall we experience man-made suffering. Come closer to God, be God.