Intimacy

We meet again. I’ve missed you. I’m sorry I left you prematurely … like a young love who calls it quits without reason. Perhaps I felt you had nothing more for me, perhaps I thought I saw all of you. I never did. You’re too vast, too deep for one single human mind to encompass you fully. One lifetime is not enough to experience all of you, threadlike through the weaves of my experiences.

How beautiful you are, Intimacy, in all your subtlety and slowness, soft and gentle as the morning light and a moment alone with rising steam from a cup of coffee. Like a conversation with a dear friend, you clear my mind.

How beautiful you are. Read the associated text, Intimacy and all her faces, here