I have never known the ecstasy of love and the intimacy which comes from trust and compassion.
My heart longs to receive love and my mind with its cold exterior has forgotten the meaning of love – in fact it has forgotten the essence of itself.
How I crave for my mind to notice my hear’s seductions and yet even though on rare occasions it smiles a brief recognition of a lover, it turns its head and continues to focus on the accolades of money, market and mastery.
I cry a soft tear of the contract – the sacred contract, one made in the eyes of God to love and behold and yet amnesia of earthly things stops our breath becoming one.
We are separated by time and space and yet the essence of our union haunts my very existence.
Will my mind ever remember the forgotten marriage made in heaven, where happiness and bliss were the essence of our union?
Only the source of love knows the answer.
