Hmmm

I long for him to come, to reach out.

I long to see his penetrating eyes and walk into their depth and keep on walking until there is no separation between me and him. And I can taste his true, innocent, and gentle nature that renders me nonexistent. Like disappearing into a song, like spreading into the immediate space which absorbs me into itself. Like stripping myself of all that has gathered like pounds of invisible dust over lifetimes.

Where is that place of unity and oneness that leaves me borderless and in absolute openness. Where I am more emptiness than matter. More exhalation than waiting in expectation.

And when I finally walk all the way through, I come out transformed into that which I know not of but that feels like finally coming home.

Where are you, my eternal lover?