I’m not sure I could trace the origins of it,
but it must have begun
for us to have arrived at this moment.
That I would even leave the hermitage of my life
to embrace another
has been a source or mystery to me and other.
To penetrate the dark glass of time
we call memory,
to return to where we began.
That greatest adventure we called love
has become something far deeper,
an essence so strong that should it cease,
the universe would collapse.
And yet it is effortless,
And knowing that there is no precise knowing at
which point breath becomes inward or outward,
it just is,
as we just are.