What I feel
when I remember you—
once I was within the Source,
then beside the radiance of Being.
I whispered to myself
of boundless delight,
as though I were Eve
and you, Adam—
my essence arising
from the dreaming of your heart,
from the infinite blueprint of unity.
When Adam stands beside me,
a primordial current
rises like a tide within my chest.
I sense our earliest oneness—
before form and rib,
before separation
and the first dawn of duality.
I hear my name in your breath,
in your gaze,
in your hands that draw me close—
each touch a resonance
of the ancient echo:
I am you.
But when you withdraw, alone,
I turn inward
to the still sanctuary of memory.
I long for the cadence of your presence,
the sacred rhythm of your voice,
the communion of your gaze
beneath the reflective moon.
I await your return—
for existence itself falters
without your essence,
without your resonance at twilight,
as though night had conspired
to shape us both
into a perfect reflection
of unity
and love.
—November,29,2025
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