I'm fascinated by the spaces in-between. The balance between the Light and the Darkness, the pin-prick moment on which everything swings.
I'm drawn to the resonance of the Soul. Your soul and mine.
I'm addicted to the dulcet tones of a quickened heart. The song that exists only in these moments, Divine and Perfect.
Bliss.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you
as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
Pablo Neruda
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