And I find myself in the dark.
This is, of course, our natural being—it is our nature to be isolated, unsure of what is beyond us.
But it is also how I find myself—lying in the darkness, in the worldly darkness that is the absence of light.
But there is warmth—I am not alone.
I am lying beside you—you are the other.
And there is more—the darkness is breached by light.
And I am sensing the source of it—it spills out from you.
And it cascades into my world.
It is irresistible.
No distraction, no thought, no pastness can compete with it.
You are the other—the only other.
And you are the provider of the brightness for me.
And from your brightness all the colours that can be imagined rain in.
And I am soaked with the light of it all.
And I bathe in it
And I am warmed by it.
And I am soaked with it.
And it penetrates all things, and allows all things to be seen.
And it rains over me, and through me.
And it saturates me. And I inhale it. And it glows from within me.
And I see you in the gleam of your own light as it is reflected from within me.
And in this way, you know of the light I bring to you, as it is born from the light you bring to me.
And so, for both of us, and from the darkness of our natural and worldly isolation, this living brightness springs.
And because of love, each shard of it tangles with the light of the other.
And as they swirl together, the light glows afresh—each source of the light living because of the other.
And it cannot be extinguished—it is the mutual gift of our loving selves.
And its light and warmth are everlasting.