The more life passes, the more I see. · That my lows can be eclipsed by my presence. · And that my presence is all that I need. · That everything does happen in some divine way. · Even if I’ve had to struggle to realise it. · It couldn’t have been realised otherwise. · Is this the process? · No shortcuts. · The truth has only one destination. · An infinite number of paths · Unique to every one of us. · We flutter along, in our own windows of time. · Windows that align more than we think. · Our ability to gaze through our own, and into another, evolving during that time, and again. · The gap between beauty and pain narrowing, gradually. · Enveloping each other, a gap that closes in on the present. · And in that presence, everything becomes. · I become something. · And that something, whatever it is, is all I desire. · And all that others desire from me.