I sit quiet, smoked out with sage and gratitude, love overwhelmed.  Of course, for God and Christ, white crystals and frankincense, and high frequency vibration ever rising, but most of my thoughts are of you.

I’m grateful…

For our teach-learn/learn-teaching.  It pushes through and sheds light and mostly – it paints.

With wide colorful strokes, our shadow projects into the ethers and I see. 

I can see…

I see us looking into each other – into ourselves.

I see us seeing us; you pulling my hand in manifestation and me smiling pulling in love. 

I hear the trees applauding around us, feel the sun dripping its energy into our skin soaking into our souls.

I see you showing me where the cars are parked and how you organized our mountain bikes and the great window overlooking. 

The great window…

You point out the great window to reveal the shadow universe, deep secrets and broad swaths of colors yet unnamed.  You take my face in your hands and say, “see!”

And I take your hand and look into you/me, love levitating, and I say, “see…” And you see love in vibrant colors yet unnamed…

We stand in front of the great window, hold each other,

and leap

Together.