“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.”
― Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi
I can hear you paint. I can see your love sparkling and surrounding me. Lifting me up from the grief. There is no me, there is no you. “It’s we”, you said. “It’s we and it’s us.” No separation. This is the truth of all humanity not only all lovers. We are all we. We are all one.