From a Dream.
In all my life, I had never felt as perfectly warm as I did that moment. I don’t remember how our bodies were positioned against one another, perhaps they weren’t. Perhaps they were one body. Perhaps the concept of bodies was something we had left behind in that instant and we were floating, a weightless amoeba of contentment and silence.
The world around us kept this mass of comfort wrapped in hues of indigo and gray and the subtle brilliance of trillions of photons from billions of stars that deigned to sprinkle their energy upon us. Still not enough light to read a book by. There were no books to read anyway. We had read them all. We had written them all. We were both master and humble servant of a shared universe. A universe created only by the harmony we brought to it. You inhale. I exhale. A heart beats. The wind swells and ruffles the pine needles.
I wake up and find myself. Back inside my heavy body. Back in the world wherein I wonder if I am enough. If my body has the strength to house two souls at once. A world where I am too warm or too cool. Usually the latter. A black or white-, red or blue- seeking world. A world wherein you must walk down the street to arrive at your destination.
Today we say goodbye again. A heart half-filled but never full.
Kulani Sol 