The imagination of an unknown love
To someone out there,
I have lived without experiencing your presence; the sound of your breathing, the scent of your body, the intelligence of your being and the sound of your heartbeat.
As a blind man imagining the world around him, I imagine the beauty of someone I have never seen.
I imagine the mountains reserving an empty stream for us, a stream filled with life waiting for our Union-ship to flow endlessly into the ocean below.
I imagine our connection serving as a reminder to be present — to see myself as I am.
I imagine you shaping yourself in all that makes you feel alive. I see you surrounded by the hugs and kisses of people who help define your reality and acknowledge the excellence known as you.
I have gazed and known the beauty of great men, yet never have I met you.
Till we meet someday,
Namaste.
