On knowing Love.

I have so many questions I seemingly want to ask you, and they all slip away the moment our eyes lock.

There is so much I don’t know about you that I seemingly want to know, and it all dissipates into absolute knowingness when our fingertips touch.

There are so many things I seemingly want to explore with you, topics to talk about and analyze and process, places to be and things to do, and they all disappear when we hold space.

All of the desirousness of being anywhere but here and now and doing exactly what we’re doing dissolves when I’m with you. I drop out of individual mind. I feel completely embodied. I feel content. I am acutely aware of being complete — in just Being, completely.

It’s you, and it isn’t you. It’s me, and it isn’t me.

I feel completely connected with my Self, and completely connected with You.

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I attempt understanding with my little mind.

Thoughtless.

Speechless.

It’s incomprehensible.

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But I know Love; every iota of my mind-body knows It.