alone but more a part of You than ever.

sometimes it's good to be with people. but sometimes it's blessed, blessed to be alone. on your own time. among your own things and thoughts. frolicking through the soul space, the eternal muse, the unedited joy of your own experience, independent from all other experience and yet more than, more than part of it. more or less your own pace. more or less your own space. and you are weightless and still in the middle of it, so time stands still and you are shining. you are nowhere, but you are always home - still and peaceful and perfect at the centre of the undulations. made from only unconditional, infinite, absolute, sincere love.

sincerely, loves.