He & She

He sat. He sat and he thought about the issues that concerned him – the issues he cared deeply about. And, for him, he could not see past her. The blinding luminosity that was her in his mind.

The moments and events of his life seemed to circle around her at the center – timeless and still. It was not just around her though, but his love for her and, moreover, his love of Love.

His love that provided him with the knowledge that true security, safety, warmth and comfort does exist. He craved this. He craved these feelings, always. He craved this love because he craved immortality. He craved love because he knew that it could transcend the grave – he knew this because he had witnessed it himself.

He had died many times during his single lifetime. When cycles of self were altered or fundamentally destroyed, he began to drift – floating from thought to thought never being anchored down. What made him, him was called into question – even his very existence…especially his very existence.

This was all true before he met her. Once she entered his life, there was something sturdy to hold on to – a point to be grounded and attached. This was a solid footing that only grew in strength, power and depth by the passing of each day.

The roots of love never stop. They are never finished in their expansion; for love does not retreat. Love does not diminish – love expands ceaselessly.