I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
During our love, houses were completed
spiritual homes where you
rebuilt my foundations
idealistic comforts that
somehow I had forgotten
among the gardens, listing
the essential spiritual pleasure
that had no country to root for
but accepted all beings
During our love, we felt
a peace where we were completed
finally, irrevocably, whole
as if lost forever previously
our touch was that mutual
sensation of shared mysticism
the chime of fortitude
and unity so foreign to our
previous human experience
you and I were still like
strange visions to behold
universal love, at just
the right temperature.
Wuji Seshat 