Beloved One,

Again this need to express my gratitude, though words are getting poorer and poorer.

Beloved, this strong longing, or deep thirst that fills me – I am so grateful for it. It carries me towards you, closer and closer as it keeps growing. It is not me and still it fills me, and I see that luckily my mind cannot win – it’s too small.

    Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
    For tearing me apart.
    For letting me drink you.
    For being near you, Beloved.

There is nowhere to go or nothing to do, but to sit with you…

P.

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