You stand before me,
And I see in you not just a body \u2013
But a Primordial Body.
An image of God whom I remember,
But whose name I have forgotten.
When I touch you,
I do not merely feel warmth \u2013
But I recall a world
In which all things were a single whole.
Where my name was yours,
And your essence \u2013 mine.
I remember the Idea of Beauty,
Like a quiet melody,
Which my soul knew even before birth.
And now it searches for it
In your every gesture,
In a gaze that speaks without words.
The truth I long for so deeply is not philosophy,
But a memory of the Harmony
That lived within me,
Until the world tore it into pieces.
And you, like a quiet recollection,
Gather these pieces.
Returning to me not just love \u2013
But my lost Wholeness.
Therefore, I cannot say
That I simply love you.
What I feel \u2013
Is the soul\u2019s return
To its Primordial Home.
Where you always were,
Where we were always one.
Where love was not a feeling \u2013
But the very nature of Being.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You stand before me,And I see in you not just a body \u2013But a Primordial Body.An image of God whom I remember,But whose name I have forgotten. When I touch you,I do not merely feel warmth \u2013But I recall a worldIn which all things were a single whole.Where my name was yours,And your essence \u2013 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[114,120],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4642","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-body","tag-memory"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n