Be in touch
Being in touch with my heart and the whole world.
Simultaneously.
Overtime.
Under time.
This is the longing that touches my heart in its depth, its roots, its standstill, its being.
It wishes so much -
Be in touch.
When did I lose you, oh thin thread that touches my heart? Feel like I’ve cheated on you, lied to you, sucked you off.
I fought so much just to see you.
Now I am you. breathlessly. My heart stops and cheers with great enthusiasm
“Finally YOU can go!”
To be in connection, with me and what is here— it seems as if unity indulges in this sphere.